Collective Unrest

 

Why Edward Kennedy was forgiven for the time he drove his oldsmobile into a pond

October 31, 2018

(after Richard Krech)

 

The poppies that they gather
only grow in blood soaked soil
under dark mountain ranges. Every
thing crumbles under the weight of
these white washed walls and
burned history books.

No one remembers the call girl’s names
and the public easily forgives a rapist.

The television allows you
to alter the way you see the
world, and the time, has a
specific menu for those things,
all starts with the buttons you push.

Wal-mart sells thousands
of them a year, claims not
to know the difference
between black and white TVs
or what used to be called,
“color TVs” that we now call
“smart TVs”, and we never
even had a parade. Nothing to

suggest the change was important
enough to be recollected or reelected,
while the proof of these roses and all
other flowers still stained his chalky hands.

 

Wil Gibson currently lives in Humboldt County, California where the trees are big. He has had 5 collections published by kind people, and has been included in a number of anthologies and lit mags both online and in print, such as Marsh Hawk Review, Button Poetry, Midwestern Gothic, Drunk in a Midnight Choir, Yellow Chair Review and more.You can find links to books and more info at wilgibson.com

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