Mike Nichols
Oliver Twist Revisited
In ‘merica we wade through
ash and waste to stand and beg
outside their gates, our eyes and
bellies empty, gone mad with
grief for our departed progeny
too numerous to feed.
Perhaps now sir, only if you’re full,
might you spare a morsel?
Mike L. Nichols is a graduate of Idaho State University and a recipient of the Ford Swetnam Poetry Prize. He lives and writes in Eastern Idaho. Look for his poetry in Rogue Agent, Scryptic Magazine, Ink&Nebula, Plainsongs Magazine, and elsewhere. Find more at mikenicholsauthor.com
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