Yes, but they’ll be American Crumbs  Anne Marie Powell
© 1990
Missiles buried under Midwestern farms
Vagina
Chrysler
Sticking to the seats
Seeing Jesus’ face in a billboard pizza
between the mushrooms and the sausage and the
processed cheese.

Let’s just stay up all night
and eat Twinkies and
watch re-runs of Mission Impossible.
We’ll get crumbs in the sofa
and ashes on the carpet, but hey
you have to do something for love.


Coming

Doors banging
Trees snapping
Storm coming
Mothers screaming
and children running
Storm coming
Building Shrieking
Pounding
Coming

And you going calmly
out onto the porch
to watch the sky turn black
and the Earth split open.

  
   
Poetry © 1990 to 2002 Anne Marie Powell, All Rights Reserved ~ reproduced with permission of the Author

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