poet Andrei Sen-Senkov

Andrei Sen-Senkov


in a kindergarten in the egyptian desert
they fed the kids what they always fed kids for all time
manna mush
manna from heaven
unpalatable white rations of printed matter
fallen from above

with lumps

god marks us from earliest childhood with white
as if pouring gasoline on the spot
he wants to burn

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2019

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