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