Ochre tentacles of stink
snaked from Jonathan's gob.
Houseplants withered.
Cats went rigid
then ran from the city.
Small birds landed in his mouth
and tried to peck out the foisty morsels,
perished, and eventually became part of the problem.
Families threw a few keepsakes into suitcases
and drove for the mountains
and nobody told him
for fear of hurting his feelings.
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