by Frank DeCanio
For you who doubt the species has a will
that contravenes the individual,
you’ve never had to feel the caustic chill
of being haplessly residual
to children that a mother holds in tow
as she parades them down the city streets.
These mothers think their procreative feat’s
a civic virtue worthy of a show
that stops the city traffic in its tracks.
Forget the ambulance, the parish priest
or workers bearing steel beams on their backs.
The first among us are considered least
before those ladies heeding Nature’s call
to harness grownup traffic to a crawl.
Frank De Canio’s work has been published in Danger,
Pleiades, Writer’s Journal, The Lyric, Free Lunch, Art
Times, Ship of Fools, POETZ and many other journals.