Covert Poetics

21st Century Mantra
 
Satan’s breathe steam from New York drains
(it’s not safe                          it’s not safe)
 
psychotic’s walk anonymous among the sane [I sit with you on the bus, I’m in the park, aboard the plane …]
(it’s not safe                                                                                                  it’s not safe)
 
‘report any suspicious activity, all unattended luggage must be claimed’
(it’s not safe                                                             it’s not safe)
 
God has left the building
 
              h
Jesus has    up his cape
              u
              n
              g
 
 
(it’s not safe

                     it’s not safe.)
 
© 2008 A.D. Hitchin

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