Gasses Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Poppies under a mustard sky
Get trampled under heavy boot,
But it’s alright
When they can’t see their shoes.

Carry your brother,
Carry your friend,
Because in the land of the blind
The man with the strongest stomach is king.

Wrap a bandage around his eye
He won’t need another alibi
For he can see no more
So help him make it through the door.
Step on flowers
Step on a hand,
It’s someone else’s turn to worry
About which way you go.

©Charlie F. Kane

12/11/08