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Edison Jennings: Flocks of Crowned Spirits
Flocks of crowned spirits infest the air,
in ghetto and slum and barrio jail
where the castoffs are lost, past thought or care,
the old and the poor, the hungry and frail,
while the rich escape to seaside estates
sheltering in place a few sanitized days
behind elaborate wrought iron gates,
calm and assured that the plague mainly preys
upon the unseen, the foreign and brown
who huddle where air is toxic and thick,
engulfing their lungs till finally they drown,
but one sneezing fit from the sub rosa sick,
or a slick of mephitic spit can infect
and even bring low the cloistered elect.
Copyright 2021 Edison Jennings. First published in American Journal of Poetry.
Edison Jennings lives in the southwestern Appalachian region of Virginia. In 2017, he was awarded the Virginia Quarterly Review Conference Award in Poetry.
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Reminds me of Poe’s mask of the red death
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Yikes!
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Thank you, Michael!
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Thank YOU, Edison.
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