Intrusion
If & when the blinds suddenly
unfurl, then there is the blatant intrusion of sun;
the evil it has made is dastardly,
lifegiver, lifetaker, stylish god to indians, mesopotamians,
what-not, cliffdwellers & subterraneans,
hairy stinking beasts who carried forth our genes
on watery trays of indecency
sitting all day in the sun complacently
I do not like contemplating the forest man
his spitting can
his unclad feet crushing all cantipedes,
scorpions, curling bugs that want to hide,
yet cannot via the intusion of humanity
poem by Stan Petrovich
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