My friend Steve Deutsch has a poem in the Goodreads contest this month. If you’re a member of the Goodreads Poetry group, you can read all the poems here. And if you feel, like I do, that Steve’s poem is worthy, I hope you’ll vote for it.
Here’s Steve’s poem.
Sure, we loved the hats and hoopla
the rhythmic chants of lock her up,
but we are not a stupid people.
We know full well this patchy place
between the slag heaps
and the scrub pine–
these crumbling houses perched behind
the padlocked plant once known
for truck tires,
will never be great—
or even good.
You say rust belt
and mean the measure
of empty factories
and gutted storefronts.
The jobs bled out.
The eyesores left behind to moulder.
But the rust is mostly in us.
Too many years of children
born to little hope.
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