All My Anger

A Poem

All my anger goes rippling
like the dead leaves the tree won’t let go of
There are so many dead
All my anger
wailing like the wind through emptied cradles
those forced to grow up too soon
The machinery of discontent
ratcheted to the shoulders of the world
heaving monotonous bloodshed
the painful mountain
of those left behind, and those behind them
All of my anger gets picked up
like the 35 mph winds that currently rage…