ORIGINAL POETRY


      Jonestown      A. J. Heskett 
Grinning broad face—staring at the sun,
How long have you believed? Who led
You here from where you came? Who said
This act would change a thing? No one?

Trusting broad face—do you remember
Your first warning? It seems you might
Have caught on then; it was a night
Megalomania flashed tremors.
His arms were raised, "the voice of God,"
He said, and you were there. He spoke.
You all listened. He built your yoke
With words; you deferred with a nod.

You were like sheep. Really like sheep.
Not the Sunday school kind—white felt
Paste ups behind Jesus—your pelt
And meat were sold without a bleat.
How could you be so tame? *White night.
You look like a thousand rag dolls.
White night. The voice that wouldn't call
Is still. The eyes have lost their sight.

Only the flies move here. White night.
Only a lawyer left here. White night.
At least the children cried out. White night.
Faithful beguiled lived here. White night.
A.J. Heskett 82

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