Today's poem is by Jeff Whitney

Everyone in Goya's Black Paintings...

Everyone in Goya's black paintings was mad. It's true; they grazed
in fields like cows, slept at night using chickens for pillows. In the
mornings they'd wake thirsty. If rivers are a sign of something big-
ger farther on, their wide eyes were surely rivers though I cant say
to where.

Things have a way of disappearing that pleases the gods. You'd be
mad to try and stay.

Copyright © 2011 Jeff Whitney All rights reserved
from Sugar House Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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