I: River Rats#
On river shore the poor in tents will store
their nightly weeping sore.
Above and north, the city steeples meet
To speak in sermons ever incomplete
for sheep they so ignore.
They fight with roar, yet beaten, kiss through gore;
Their barrel fire northward dreams of more,
The city lights too far a source of heat
For life on river shore.
In winter months they paint on skin a whore,
And every one despite what silence swore.
These cycles now repeat
While steeples chime upbeat.
A yearly war for land they all abhor:
Their home on river shore.
March 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
March 27, 2025 |
Think Journal |
Rejected |
June 25, 2025 |
Apus Journal |
Pending |