Memoir National Poetry Month Nature Poetry Writing

26 – When Will They Ever Learn

There’s an archnemesis on the playground
and devils at the pulpit,
people are afraid of words     words!
ideas, thoughts, stories

the holy rage through traffic to get to their entertainment complex

pass by the street beggar praying he’s not gay or trans or black or blue or whatever their god teaches them to hate this week, this century

and history repeats

I had an archnemesis once
she threw rocks at my face
and called me a whore
but names will never hurt me

it’s the rage I worry about
the everything-that’s-old-is-new-again-rage
fueled by the mouths of demons
and poor pages of books
tossed in the street,
there next to the beggar who picks one up and reads

“He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.”

Poem ©2023, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gif

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