Searing Silt Poem by John Sensele

Return the innocence from me you stole
When for dessert you precipitated my fall
To gratify your ebullient ego
Metamorphosing me into a caricature cargo

In which you pour scorn
Blowing at full blast your horn
In tune with your viral victory
That to me smacks of haughty history

You narrate with gusto
Gesticulating presto
My life ebbing and slipping away
As to a bright future I see no way

Turning left, turning right
Asking heaven why you feel alright
Destroying the treasure you built
Tearing my heart, dragging my name into searing silt.