POEM: STONER'S SONNET

A dissipating cloud of dark gray smoke
Unobscures in grades, unveiling the lost face
of a misled man, the butt of a stoke,
giving orders to logs in the fireplace.
Quite a master in his proud, ashen mind
He is; the logs, to him, the entirety
of nature, one by one, crumbling in kind.
The exhaust, he senses, flows quite lightly
Under the guidance of his breath and hand,
Fills the sky with the broadly visible
message of his presence; the whole land
lies contented, abiding to his glib will.
He- all foes fled fearing fumigation-
Revels, in half-wit intoxication.

-- Lee W. Jenson

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Lee W. Jenson is a graduate student at Rutgers Business School. Besides writing poetry, he also contributes articles under a pseudonym for www.wsws.org, a Trotskyist online newspaper.

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