Us Monkeys

by Paul Lojeski / July 27th, 2014

This incurable disease:
blade to the heart,
ice pick to the eye,
bullet to the brain.

I ask the great trees
bending in the storm,
I petition wind and
clouds for clues

but all turn away,
this illness ours
and ours alone,
crows cry out.

We’re the sickness
eating the future,
torching sad houses,
burning babies.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 27th, 2014 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.