Resistance Poetry
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Resistance Poetry

Not My Monkeys

A poem

roll up, roll up with your pots and your pans
and fall into step with the marching band
in the Big Top the crowds are filling the aisles
where the apothecary peddles his liniment vials

the dwarves with their sticks are poking the bear
in the shadows the mystic is combing her hair
the ringmaster strides over blood-soaked…



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Alex Kilcannon

Writer, poet, outdoors instructor and Mother of Teenagers. I rewild kids for a living.