Thursday, December 5, 2024

In The Spirit By Jake St. John


And now 

Christmas spills 

its reds

and greens 

over America


and we hope

or pretend

that all's right 

with the world 


no bombs 

missing 

intended targets


no guns 

in schools

or malls

or theaters

or anywhere else

for that matter


no poverty 

for those

with bootstraps

and a dream


no fascists  


only 

angelic smiles

of holy men 

speaking kindness

and love 

seeking monetary

donations

and promising

the gift of salvation


all while the seasons’ lights

blink shadows

off the dilapidated face

of the homeless shelter.




Jake St. John lives in the woods on the edge of the Salmon River. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Lips Leave Scars (with Jenn Knickerbocker, Whiskey City Press, 2023) Ring of Fog (Holy and Intoxicated Publications, 2022), Night Full of Diamonds (Whiskey City Press, 2021), and Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019). He is the editor of Elephant and is considered an original member of the New London School of poetry. His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world."

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