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Craig Kirchner
Once armed
and awake,
we sought
justice,
the riches,
the spoils.
Comrades with
raised fists,
we burned our
rags of poverty,
greed and
pride
drank of the
mind.
With frantic
flesh
raped the
princess suburb,
littered the
land with
rhetoric and
lust.
The epidemic
had begun.
It is not
enough to
the worthless
life,
its edge
replenished like
the Nile,
with hot
blood floods
of genocided
brothers,
impregnated
sisters,
Drown the
apathy of brothers,
embryos at
fertile, low tide,
black silt
soft settles down.
Craig Kirchner thinks of
poetry as hobo art, loves storytelling and the aesthetics of the paper and pen.
He has had two poems nominated for the Pushcart, and has a book of poetry, Roomful
of Navels. Craig houses 500 books in his office and about 400 poems in a
folder on a laptop. These words tend to keep him straight.
After a hiatus he was
recently published in Decadent Review, Chiron Review, The Main Street Rag,
Hamilton Stone Review, Yellow Mama, Black Petals, The Wise Owl, Dark Winter and
several dozen other journals.
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