Merril D. Smith 1. The rot from within festers,the room reeks, the lies bloom like corpse flowers,the stench overwhelming–it’s the new perfume. Three men in that oval chamber,only one is a leader, and I am ashamed. 2. But— in the darkness, we openour eyes, whisperpoetry, till we becomeferocious– motherswill defend their young,their young will growl … Continue reading Born Naked, the Choice After is Ours