A poem can be about anything.
No subject is too great or small.
You can write about the brotherhood of man
or a mashed mosquito on the wall.
Or the deep, dark perilous river crashing mightily under the bridge
where some young men who are already looking old
and a few sleazy women who are feeling the cold,
are padding their thin clothes with newspapers
that tell about the day's car bombs in
It doesn't even have to rhyme.
And they will soon be dead too,
these bridge people,
from an overdose
Can one death be worse than another?
It makes a poem better if you have deep questions like that
in it somewhere.
and a little repetition
And all the while the river,
the deep, dark river
goes on crashing forcefully under the bridge,
full of underwater eyes
and a stolen bicycle
and a bent harmonica,
just crashing and crashing,
sweeping away everything in its path,
Janice D. Soderling is a previous contributor to Tipton Poetry Journal. Her poetry, fiction and translations are widely published in print and online, most recently at Boston Literary Magazine, Soundzine, Unsplendid, Mezzo Cammin, Anon, Literary Bohemian, Shakespeare's Monkey Revue, Right Hand Pointing, 14 by 14 and Umbrella Journal. She won a first prize at Glimmer Train Stories for short fiction and her runner-up story in the 2007 Emerging Writer contest at Other Stories is forthcoming in an anthology. She is a dislocated Hoosier now living in