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.