by J. D. Mackenzie
I’m watching the unfolding drama
the hard, compact capsule entering
the earth with a steady urgency
pulling out
then entering again and again
amid passionate Latin screams
This causes me wonder
if you and I could ever make love
in that small space
Sure, it’s cramped
but we should never discount
the motivations of the desperate
how hunger makes us frantic
how longing makes us small
J. D. Mackenzie recently resumed writing after a walkabout in Wales and Ireland, which he describes as the mother ships of poets. He is an occasional contributor to New Verse News and other poetry journals.
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