who shakes the rattle

in Poetry

the shallow end
of our grievance pool
stokes the backstroke,
floats the prattle-
of the bespoke fool
who shakes the rattle

at a brood stock
high and low
with the sticker shock
of blood flow-
damning a history,
drowning a heritage
and all being made fallow

who shakes the rattle

In the shallow end
of the gene pool
puddles a tribune
who riptides the notion
of a nation still capable,
and buoyant to navigate
a fresh stream of new blood-
through a reservoir of first

who shakes the rattle

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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