Will Work For Food
"Will work for food," says the sign,
~J.J. McKenna
"Will work for food," says the sign,
and the man holding its crude letters aloft,
bearded, shabbily dressed, a crest
of belly breaking over the top of jeans,
seems properly pathetic enough.
Yet, you reach to adjust the stereo,
roll the windows up, and lock the doors —
all done by machines, all automatic enough.
"It's only a scam," you mutter to yourself.
And so it might be. It's hard to tell
from the shell of your middle class wealth.
J.J. McKenna has two poems--"Reflections on a Campfire" and "In This Air the Eye Travels"--in our recently released Moments of the Soul.
J.J. McKenna has two poems--"Reflections on a Campfire" and "In This Air the Eye Travels"--in our recently released Moments of the Soul.