2 new Poems by Michael Igoe : Think of It As Fire & Subdue

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Think Of it as Fire

In an everyday season,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I am the everready one                                                                                                                                                 to foster blank children.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Made out of spare parts:                                                                                                                         Venus as the little coach                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     who fashions them in mist.                                                                                                                                                      The sense of dread descends                                                                                                                                                       when they continue thriving.                        

Subdue                  

A rise insea level                                                                                                                                         provides the clue                                                                                                                              to what I missed.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A routine discovery,                                                                                                                                    serving weightlessly                                                                                                                                   as due compensation.                                                                                                                                      For an angry era                                                                                                                                      spent in squalor                                                                                                                                      cutting new teeth.                                                                                                                                                 Badness lends meaning,                                                                                                                      to events an angel incurs.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Laughing, falling, failing,                                                                                                                                         in courageous retaliation.          

 Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Michael Igoe                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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