A Visit from a Cyclops

Perfidious behavior
has been reported to me
that I can put an end to
with the blink
of my one good eye.
When evil runs rampant,
I can spew lightening fire
and mountains leap.
When toxic spirits
are on the loose—
with no air to breathe,
or pure water to drink
or good food to eat,
and poison ivy covers
the cancerous land,
and incest and patricide
and limp dicks weep,
and there is war
after war after war
with nobody writing
decent poems anymore
since Milton’s “Paradise Lost.”
It’s time for me to return.

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About the Author

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 88-year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published poems in The Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Christian Science Monitor, and The New York Times.