remembrance. By Jck Hnry

the sky lingers

fat across my mind,

blood stained and wet

with tears from a

mourning of souls.

it is another day

of remembrance

when everything remains

forgotten.

so-called patriots

thump their chests

w/ broken fists,

chant about civil

rights and masks.

it is a courtesy and

respect for others,

but they don’t care,

they don’t listen,

they don’t believe in

anyone’s gold but their

own.

and i laugh as they

cough through tubes

of plastic attached

to machines that keep

them alive.

there are no sides

to take when it

comes to dying.

jck hnry is a writer/publisher/editor, based in southeastern california.  recent publications include:  Deuce Coupe, Rye Whiskey Review, Razur Cuts, Cajun Mutt, Dissident Voices, Horror Sleaze Trash, Bold Monkey, Red Fez, dope fiend daily and a bunch of other noble zines and journals.  Books include:  “With the Patience of Monuments (neoPoesis) ,” “Crunked, (Epic Rites)” and the upcoming "Driving w/Crazy (Punk Hostage Press, 2020).”  hnry is also editor and publisher of Heroin Love Songs and 1870. for more go to jackhenry.wordpress.com.