David Given Schwarm

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989.

Whosh it comes Whosh
Across prismed
fleeing

An orange Bat
circling Irvine
A brown rat
entering a mine
Wealth Destroyed the
world –

Information will not
Bring it Back

Apathy, the spiritual anarchy,
Give it meaning
lends it support

No one morn the bat,
Fangs stuck in
Ceramic toads.
The Rat will Always
Resurface