He hands them out in traffic
to the harried moms
to The struggling dads
he sneaks in at
night and leaves them
in The pantry
were they are mistaken
for a broom
and the wife
wonders why it
leaves so much
behind
The devil has too many
pitchforks,
he hands them
out like extra
plastic-wear at
the drive thru
restaurants
and
If you look
carefully
You can see
Them on
TV,
in commercials
and on the
internet,
I have even seen
them hanging
like a ladder
in the night sky
He hides
them under vulnerable
peoples beds,
unsuspecting
young men
use them
to
rake leaves
of resentment,
the piles
growing
bigger &
bigger
until
they jump in
and it swallows
them
whole
Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. She has been published in various journals and
online literary magazines such as Pulp Metal Magazine. She has also been included in several anthologies,
including Zombies Galore and Everyday poets 2.
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