The Miracle of Our Evolution
The creek full of dead fish/ sunken/ muddy bottom
laid flat -dead eyed stares -opened mouths -gills collapsed
we waded into the water and our feet began to rot
we ran to the doctor who couldn’t cure us
I became a priestess in the basement of my house
People would appear/disappear
POOF!
They said I was the devil.
Jesus washed my feet with the chemical spill
now the creek is wine
we drank from it and became fish again
Linda Morgan Smith is a poet and painter who lives in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her poetry has been published in Stage and Screenwriters, Full of Crow Press and MicroCrow. She had two poems published in Kumquat Poetry in March.