JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

a faint taste

of diesel indigestion

lingers in streets

and hallways

of this city

her arteries

clogged

 

everywhere

this passion to consume

packaged carcasses

twenty four seven traffic

rumbling by windows

panes choked with grime

 

unaware that

on a distant island

the last remaining woodpecker

has just spent two weeks

drilling a hole

to extract and swallow

a worm