Collective Unrest

 

Jump Rope Songs for the Supply Chain

February 20, 2019

  1. Apples and Pear, Cobalt and Shares

 

Roland gave me cobalt,

Roland gave me shares,

Roland gave me what he had

Despite the lung-pain flares

 

I gave him back our trash,

I gave him back our stares,

I did not give him innocence

or help with the repairs.

 

  1. Cinderella Dibenesha

 

Dibenesha dressed in no shoes,

in the mine avoiding skin bruise,

by mistake, her arm did break.

How many doctors did it take?

 

  1. I like Coffee, I like iPhones

 

I like iPhones,

I like free,

I’d like if Roland

would die for me.

 

  1. Down in the Valley Congo

 

Down in the Congo

where the cobalt lays

there sat Lylie

sweet as rays

along came Unc Sam

and kissed her on the cheek.

How much cobalt

did he steal this week?

 

 

Crystal Stone is a poet living in Ames, IA. Her work has appeared in various international journals including Coldnoon, Writers Resist, Southword Journal Online, Poets Reading the News, New Verse News and others. She is pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing at Iowa State University. Her first collection of poetry, Knock-off Monarch, is forthcoming from Dawn Valley Press this fall. Her TEDx talk “The Transformative Power of Poetry” is live on YouTube. You can find her on Instagram @stone.flowering or Twitter @justlikeastone8. To schedule events, check out her website: www.crystalbstone.com. You can check out her book at https://www.amazon.com/dp/0936014253.

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