Bigots—poems from Linda Chown

GROWING UP TO MCCARTHY

I grew up in a struggle.
Like always.
Like there was no peace.
Ever. But for the Bay.
That blue quiet light.
What can i say?
Inside the edges of childhood
sick red baited & bothered,
It made you bonkers in a new way;
the house shook on its stilts. No silk.
Just struggle.
What more can i say?

Bias Burning Time

Bigots have no spigots of charity
They burn bias with threaded needles
As a way of catching and trapping us
God save all our souls from this evil contamination
Of such wickedness and sadness.

Let us stand on the streets together
Tall and proud
And read poetry with each other
Hug and love with all our muster
To share a shining nuance of the wonderful
While this untenable world circumnavigates around
in crippling blindness

Ubiquitous need

Feeling the hunger
in the streets
I don’t
matter anymore
my slow lapse
a particle 
in the span
of ubiquitous wanting
everywhere barbarous
greed and rapacious
capitalist
tyranny

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