William Jackson Poems
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A Bad Poem For The Ages
I thought I’d write a bad poem, one for the ages, signifying nothing.
Pavement suffocates the living earth just as bad poetry fills volumes.
Still, oblivious to the land’s rape, the masses enjoy sentimental blathering,
And all is well since professional wrestling rules even sports columns.
It matters little that only a select few appreciate the immortality of verse,
Or that God's world festers in the aftermath of inhumanity's touch.
Bread and circuses even now in this age soothe ignorance's curse.
To hope men feel soft earth, the wind, and grass is to expect too ...
While the three elements
of any significant fire,
oxygen, heat, and fuel,
create flashovers cruel,
the complete explosion
of everything in the room
at 1500 degrees and at a rate
of 37 feet per second,
my soul bursts into flames