Jaw Falls Through Floor

As I stand at the threshold of a society long-lost, a sickening scene unfolds before me. My so-called government, adorned with a big black boot, bids me yet another adieu with a sickened stomach as it engages in yet another genocide. The government is a paradoxical figure—a member of the Fascist Party with a broken stocking, her sagging belly a relic of a life lived in the shadow of fear, haunted by the specter of that tiny trump hand killing off anything unique or different should it not fit their insane thoughtless globally-broadcast menticidal narrative.

Heath Brougher is the Editor-in-Chief of Concrete Mist Press and co-poetry editor of Into the Void, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards for Best Magazine. He received Taj Mahal Review’s 2018 Poet of the Year Award and is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. In 2020, he was awarded the Wakefield Prize for Poetry. He has published 11 books and, after spending over four years editing the work of others, is ready to get back into the creative driver's seat. Read other articles by Heath.