(THIRD OF THREE POEMS)

Anteater in an audience of
under-thirties. Metal microphone’s
demonic glint. Guitar on green
rack. Sad songs sing for
yellow-eyed grass to sway to.
Kill me, saccharine sugar. I
allowed myself to
undress my fur and
foreclaws.
Fire burns in the auburn
my species warned
against– a crowd of sadness
no nation’s a stranger to.

James Croal Jackson‘s first autumn 2023 poem for us was “Moment (October).”
His second autumn 2023 poem for us was “Fault.”