Holiday 2015 - THE POTOMAC



Two Poems

  

J. H. Johns

"WHEN THE ASTEROID HITS"

When the asteroid hits

it won't matter
if the
Jews hate the Arabs
or
the Arabs hate the Jews;

it won't matter
if the Sunnis
hate the Shias—
or they hate them back;

it won't matter
which states
are red
or which states
are blue;

Republican,
Democrat,
gay or straight;

rich or poor,
infidel or saint—

and
what about Obamacare?

Hell!
No one will need it

because when the asteroid hits—

we'll all be dead.

END

"A CLICHÉ–RIDDLED BODY"

Pick a dark and deserted street,
pick a wee hour of the night;

look in a doorway,
a locked trunk
or in the tall grass—

and there you might find
a cliché–riddled body;

it could be
a mobster, a bum, a drunk,
a prostitute—

or some sucker
who was in the wrong place
at the wrong time;

but they'll all be
cliché–riddled bodies;

they're—
pushing up daisies,
dead as a doornail,
sleeping with the fishes;

they—
bit the dust,
bought the farm,
cashed in their chips,
kicked the bucket,
croaked,
gave up the ghost;

they—
paid the ultimate price
to ride the pale horse,

and—
no matter who they were—
they're now,
nothing more than—

a cliché–riddled body...

END

  
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