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Rushed Gods

The shades of night engulf the beaming day
As metal and plastic cars race each free way.
Was our life always fast?
The forlorn moon can’t wait to have a word.
All nectar drains before the head is stirred.
The rising sun, which scouts for white egrets,
Espies a funeral march.
Each track the DJ spins is short and loud.
Each night mourns for the pulsing, dying crowd.
If morning moves their bodies’ broken dreams,
And they wake after spilling out their schemes,
Will their gods even care?
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Ethan McGuire is a writer and healthcare cybersecurity professional whose essays, fiction, poetry, reviews, song lyrics, and translations have appeared in Blue Unicorn, The Dispatch, Emerald Coast Review, Literary Matters, The New Verse News, The University Bookman, Voegelin View, and many other publications. Ethan is a contributing editor at New Verse Review and the author of two poetry chapbooks, Before Apokalypto and Songs for Christmas. His debut book-length poetry collection, Apocalypse Dance, will be released in 2025 by Wipf & Stock. Ethan grew up in the Missouri Ozarks, lived in the Florida Panhandle on the Gulf of Mexico for twelve years, and is currently settled in Fort Wayne, Indiana with his wife and their children. To find Ethan, visit his website TheFlummoxed.com.

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