Collective Unrest

 

Bible Church of Micah

October 24, 2018

The God of love a smoking volcano,
happy, blissful even, but
raging lava.

In high school I learned that
Mr. Simpson didn’t vote for Reagan.
Our Pastor met with him privately.
He stopped coming to church. A few
others actively loathed the party. But
the church was where their families went,
their friends. They put up
with the sermons like a bad smell——

Gay? Are you kidding?
Democrat? Don’t be silly.
Have an abortion? We’ll shun you.

Streets run red. You breathe in ash.

 

Kenneth Pobo had a book of ekphrastic poems published in 2017 by Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. Forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House is a book of his prose poems called The Antlantis Hit Parade. He began writing poetry in 1970 under the influence of “Crystal Blue Persuasion” by Tommy James and the Shondells.

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