Superior Tube Along the Skippack Creek by Gene Halus

There is no Grendel
for a hale Geat to grapple,
rending flesh from joint.
If only it were so apparent,
our’s stalks us
bringing enigmatic death.
It flows from the once pure
to cascade into us,
slowly eating away.
Fighting at the cellular level –
chemical or radiological –
our heroes do not look so hale.

Gene Halus
Gene Halus grew up in Philadelphia and wandered around Washington, D.C., Dublin, Cork, Dingle, Port Au Prince, Leogane, Gonave, Managua, Jinotega and points in between. He now lives outside of Philadelphia in Skippack, PA. He earned his Piled High and Deep in political science, was a tenured professor and now works in the non-profit world. Besides poetry he has also published in the areas of American political history, political philosophy and ethnicity.

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