The Life Of Euphemism

 Already autumn kicks

Rome by way of
Hannibal, justice. Leaves
fall on e. e. cumming’s
cold heaven head. Smooth
anti-semitic foliage
in gushing prolix, pre
tending to leave the scene.
Already the news is bad. The
economy rain efficiently
washing homes away. That
vital prosthesis called Trump
booms on. America as a country
lesions further. Willows fall flat.
No point can be made for
viable funds of kindness,
on a stormy rest day for such
present god: “Jeebers,
we’ve met hollowness in the face!