POETRY MONTH 2025

The Seventh Bankruptcy A’coming

And yet I have hope

Photo by charlesdeluvio on Unsplash

I hear the Founding Fathers screaming from their graves
wailing of mothers lost their heartbeats to the fight for freedom
hoof beats of the four horseman- conquest, war, famine, and death

yet daffodils bloom today despite the last of winter’s chilling grip
Robin sings good morning, good morning without worry of the marrow
Chorus of peepers fills the night air with their quest for love

He will be gone, made of frail orange flesh
the sun will shine on for a few million years more
tears and fears will dry up leaving salty bitter reminders
of the near apocalypse we all allowed.

C. ChrystApril 2025New Berlin, NY

An echo poem inspired by a photo of the waste of DNA current pseudo-president of the USA which had a caption: “7th bankruptcy?”