7
by Isaiah A. Bedoar
men sit solemnly,
as glass bottle summit
summon a whistle.
Like eggs
knowing more than letting on
They make silver for the cannery,
and bring copper home to mom.
We swap soups
week to week
to keep our boys strong.
So they don’t die on an empty stomach.
Steal some on your way out the door.
Don’t worry about getting canned.
Cause Salsbury statesmen stopped seeing 7 years since Gods
knows. And anyways,
you are worth less than the head of a herring.