Somewhere somewhere

The dull dives
of the east, west, and southside:
A loud unharmonious
Noise was heard to beat, beat, beat

What monsters the TV
Breeds and in this
Swamp that needs cleaning?

Somewhere – somewhere
In streets and sidewalks
He spoke to me and will
Look after me – me – me

When breeding the though
And airing to the masses who
Want to hear – hear – hear
that they are not us. Not us.

They can fight our misguided
Wars without being part
Of our central cause. The words
Fall short as they fall down the drain.

Jonathan Beale has 500 plus poems published in such journals as: The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Poetic Diversity, Down in the Dirt, etc., and his work has appeared in Drowning, and The Poet as Sociopath, both books published by Scar publications. His first collection of poetry The Destinations of Raxiera is published by Hammer & Anvil, and he is currently working on his second volume. Jonathan studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England. Read other articles by Jonathan.