THE SMITHS
I know you from Adam
you adolescent adults
you come from far to give me truths
about my words of fright
-ful candour and solvent
use.
My gas comes a piping
from a vent just below
the sink
a spot where the sulphur boils
and feed the bottom skinks
that float towards the surface
without knowing why
for they know not light
and colour, just sulphrous
residues of Marx
that open upon the world
with unholy vows of franks
and beans.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017
