Buxton Shippy

Freshman - 717 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

The Man - Poem by Buxton Shippy

With a bellicose laughter,
The Man,
Muttered a primal viciousness
In serpentine vestment,
Feasted on air-borne dusts;
Never once late for supper.

He drew from a reservoir
Of lies and hate.
The Man,
A revisionist from the start,
Avoided the narrow gate.

Looked like a lion,
Barked like a dog.
The Man,
Mustered the Jew Haters.
A klan,
That killed Blacks and Puerto Ricans.

Elusive as ever,
The Man,
Sometimes wears a collar:
White at the neck
But hellish in the heart.

Comments about The Man by Buxton Shippy

  • Adeline Foster (2/5/2013 5:11:00 PM)

    Well now, you chose to vilify him and you did the job. Rad mine - Briar Fever -
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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/4/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    hellish in the heart. Good write. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013

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