Ballad of Crisis
eyes at gravel
decked in midnight black
& lavender & scarlet
on Marysville & Grand Avenue
tailing the unemployment line
Cursing case workers
under his peppered breath
’cause he been longitude
on his calloused soles
well past dark thirty 1914
applying for government assistance
to replace his retirement
& the line ain’t slugged
an inch since—
Something’s gaining on us all!