by Clare Kenefick
Those in black cloaks make silly jokes
Of the possible pains of poverty,
Sky tribes use sky miles for far as the eye can see
Right or wrong their own rights never wronged, such audacity
Down low lay the gutted in the gutters
Where such skyscrapers cannot be seen
A pack of smokes paired with jokes of one’s own broken dreams
Spilling shining stories colored black, gray, and green
Below the eyes seem wider…but honest? I wonder
Suppose it depends on which pair you see
Both as far as a moon to a star
Each to the other “how awful that life must be.”
Clare Kenefick is a native of Cork, Ireland. She is a 2022 graduate of LaGuardia, majoring in Criminal Justice. She is passionate about criminal justice and advocacy for reform. Clare would describe herself as a quiet and sensitive poet.
Image credit: “Polar Opposites,” Corrie White. Flickr CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.