When You Grow Up

I’d rather be a collapsed flower drenched in rainwater; succumbed to the well
where wishes weld
winning whims. though not alone
as the barren heart
of anti-democratic men but with a plenitude
of carbon based efforts trying to truncate
all that besmirches goodness;
in the nests of the good above our heads,
and the insufferable loss beneath the silent dirt.


The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Red Over Cities’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.

Dr. Ernest Williamson III

Dr. Williamson has published creative work in over 550 journals. His poetry has appeared in journals such as The Oklahoma Review and Review Americana. His artwork has appeared in journals such as The Tulane Review and The Columbia Review. He is an Assistant Professor of English at Allen University and his poetry has been nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology three times.

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