when trump’s words
fall on my deaf ears
their odor
reminds me
of the smell
of burned flesh
on the breath
of bavarian
beer hall
bullies
Selected by Maria MazzengaImage David Holt
Michael Acker
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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