Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Poetry Cavalcade 2009: Poem 9
Leeches
Using leeches for bait
I don't really mind
When they die.
It's like that one restaurant
Crowded and smug
Now boarded up
The hush of a death.
Or the city I lived in
It refused to be helped
One end sucks blood
While the other pollutes.
