Affairs of the State
Bullets lust for flesh
As testy water
Seeks a level to
Torture barley
Into tea. And things
just be
Whenever
Courtly
Intelligence
Ages
Into tea. And things
just be
Plagiarizing peanuts
Changing
Into
Air
So fine, so free, so fair
As iconic pain
Bleeds blue to bleed,
The ink of treason’s trust.
Bullets’ lust for flesh,
Torment time
Into tea. And things
just be.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. December 10, 2014
