In/ Contention
A Poem

The argument saw fit to burst like a battering ram heading for the fire You’ve ordained more moments than I have You’d like to set up a shrine for belief & I’d still throw such a thing away Startled by the bangs that shake this part of the world up I look into whatever future haze this is supposed to be We’re arm in arm at some points but shooting stars alone\ in others Contending that this is the big letdown that this is the erosion of a series of forces we had no control over then to the screeching of the empty bag the emptying heart
J.D. Harms 2020






