by David Feela
Every night before sleep
deeds of maleficence
get counted like black sheep
in Paul Ryan’s head.
Hour after hour
tallying the flock,
pounds of mutton
lifted over his tiny fence.
Enough to populate
an elysian field
where the grass stays green,
locked in a banker’s vault.
David Feela writes a monthly column for The Four Corners Free Press and for The Durango Telegraph. A poetry chapbook, Thought Experiments, won the Southwest Poet Series. His first full length poetry book The Home Atlas appeared in 2009. His new book of essays How Delicate These Arches released through Raven's Eye Press, has been chosen as a finalist for the Colorado Book Award.
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Every night before sleep
deeds of maleficence
get counted like black sheep
in Paul Ryan’s head.
Hour after hour
tallying the flock,
pounds of mutton
lifted over his tiny fence.
Enough to populate
an elysian field
where the grass stays green,
locked in a banker’s vault.
David Feela writes a monthly column for The Four Corners Free Press and for The Durango Telegraph. A poetry chapbook, Thought Experiments, won the Southwest Poet Series. His first full length poetry book The Home Atlas appeared in 2009. His new book of essays How Delicate These Arches released through Raven's Eye Press, has been chosen as a finalist for the Colorado Book Award.
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