Poem by Austin Beal

Dead and dry days with
dying faces tooled to the
max.  i’m finished with
my work hung out to dry
the smiling faces of government
officials with great riches,
no response…  the radio response
still stuck with dead silence.
no tick of the clock…
dead silence…
dry days…
dead faces…
no response …
epidemic and tragedy still show
their faces…  dead people
and rubble scattered in all
places…
dry days…
dying faces…