[stylist] Poem - "Antoinette"

[William L Houts]

Hey Peeps,

Here's a poem I wrote this summer, recovered this morning after some 
hard drive archaeology.  I think it has legs; your mileage may vary, ha.


--Bill


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For fifteen years

it's been a hard life, poverty rife

and replete with disease.

It's not complaint, I'm just

speaking up. IN this country,

we scrub heaven's streets

with wire brushes and eat

our dolor like cake.

The movie house helps, and the Web,

and the cheap greasy eats which

will kill us all grinning.

Most days, I hardly bitch.

Cold unhoped for water

spills tapwise, filling my

cups, faithful as falls.

I void in toilets,

in peaceful, clean, unhoped for

waters, always granted.

Unhoped for too, these graces,

by billions who squat, and bear

their stench in public streets:

filthy, betrayed, and naked as fire.


















-- 
"Let's drink a toast now to who we really are."

           --Jane Siberry