Flint

when you drink from

the fountain of youth,

you steal it from the children

 

while you stock up on gold,

they’re drinking only silver

until their throats catch fire

and their brains smolder in ash

 

you’ve never been a giver

so they asked you to take

the heavy metals

 

they threw their hopes and dreams

at your feet like pennies in a wishing well

 

still you only felt the paper in your pocket,

not the beating of your heart

 

4-3-19