see the sailor

see the mirror

made of tin,

glass is clearer,

but gets broken

See the soldier,

play with him,

Just a trifle,

a mere token

See the mother,

of the men,

cry the river

feed the ocean.

see the sailor,

sailing in,

and watch the water

rising.

—J. Drew, 2020

The skater

there you are,

lacing your skates

the ice is paper thin,

there you are,

tempting the fates

the skater,

skates again.

—J. Drew, 2020

The Six-O'Clock News

In the stable steam rises from the backs of blacks,

and white horses.

sent in seven ships across the ocean, red.

sold to a household of strangers,

to serial killers,

to salesmen of all sorts of devotions.

Saturdays child is safe from school.

Tuesday’s child is full of bullets.

In remembrance of the golden rule,

those she’d never spoken to sobbed,

for the sake of a closed casket,

and the six-O’Clock news

-J.Drew, 1999