[Newspoetry] Newspoem "Clear Skies"

[Robert Porter]

Blue skies over our heads
Under our feet, worms and cockroaches
Lie in anticipation over the upcoming feast
Laid out on a platter by the main course itself

Soot falls into my eyes
Hot, noxious fumes dessicate my skin
It was an american president with oil in his veins
That let it all go until it was far too late

"And there'll be pie in the sky when we die ..."