Blight

by Josh Medsker / July 28th, 2019

No rezamos al mismo dios.
We do not pray to the same god

How will we end this?
This is all of our lives now.

Children grow mold like
so much vegetable blight

Left in puddles
to soften and decay

Come, you would-be Christs,
look. Look! At them. Look.

Do you still like to dance?
I’m wearing your favorite smell

Bleaching teeth and bones
in boiling heat

This weather will soon
find us all.

Josh Medsker is a New Jersey writer originally from Alaska. His work has appeared in many publications including: Dissident Voice, The Brooklyn Rail, and Contemporary American Voices. Read other articles by Josh, or visit Josh's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 28th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.