The Myth (poem)
(a sort of companion piece to “The Men”)
The Myth
An empty picturebook
contains a rhetorical question
Would you buy a hole
if you knew it was haunted
Joes arise from the flank
They have phones they have axes
It’s a pretty decent crowd
They knock the wind out
A red limb points out:
The obvious
Why doesn’t anyone understand?
The obvious
Hold up
Something better is near
These are my people
Where are my people
