Preying for Baltimore

On a raucous morning
the city dawns
in pink and blue and orange

The sirens bleat like so many
sheep on a hillside,
pithy horns singing a symphony
of anxiety and depression.

The grey concrete beneath
is deathly still.

Icy tendrils threaten to
overtake me,
creeping up and down my legs
(unwanted)
violating my warmth and peeling
my soul from my body.

It is cold enough that clouds of
exhalation swirl when I inhale,
that my big toes are curled
against mismatched socks
within tattered snow boots.

Steam gathers in the laundry vents
and the crazy old man with a
condom-hat preys on the warmth.
He reminds me of a giant soothsayer,
sucking in the ghosts of someone’s
clean tighty-whiteys.

He is either preying or praying and
he is hating this tough-as-nails winter.

Whoever said that  this city was
glorious
might have had something…
but they might have been on something
because I don’t feel very glorious right now.

I feel cold and violated and lulled to
A pulsing, vibrating sense of
Resurrection
Every time the stoplight changes and the
howls echo and the
Red
&White
&Blue
of those patriotic, sheep-like cops
flash across that crazy man’s face
like signs from God.

– April Nicotera

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About loyolapoets

The Greyhound Collective Poetry Revival would like to consider “mission statement” in its simplest terms. Rather than reiterate the boundaries of our task, we simply express our aim: to become a mission – a party of individuals sent out into the world with a message meant to unveil a uniting principle of truth. We define this message as “poetry.” We promote poetry as a viable and vivid art form, alive and accessible. Freed from its ivory tower, our poetry will breathe life into an ailing form while fostering an artful relationship with the greater community. We assert ourselves under the following mantra: “your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life actually is.” As a collective, we write to be sanctified. View all posts by loyolapoets

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