Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


i can mourn them,
the 100,00 dead.
John Prine & Annie Glenn
the many dead
unknown to me
who died as monument
to the damnability
of one inhuman leader.
one million infected;
one hundred thousand dead.
these are causes of anger
and grief.

the person
in the room
next door
who irritates me
so very much?
fuck him.

┬ęTA Barnhart May 24, 2020