(An original poem by Blanca Donovan)
The Big Seethe
Disaggregated detritus dusts
My desiccated spirit.
I choke on bile, while they
Exile my style.
Deluded displays of domination
Smile with guile, for bile chokes denial.
You cater, you cajole
You respond, you reflect
You invest! Man hours in ivory towers
Of the time that your style is viewed as worthwhile.
How do you suffocate a scorpion?
You stomach your pride and
Choke it down inside and
Language that’s snide hides the hurt you must abide.