the transformation
from
observers
of
the sweet old couple
walking
arm in arm
to
being
observed
seemed
seamless
change
new supreme court ruling….
it’s now official
the supreme court decided
that america’s
a banana republic
to be ruled by their decrees
cave dwellers…
have things really changed
have the wars ever ended
has love ever won
or have people just sheltered
in the illusion of change
trajectory of climate…
grows colder each day
whether it’s summer or fall
for death moves closer
so we ask more life questions
seeking to add some meaning
to rituals we’ve followed
and still…
it can’t be denied
the years have taken a toll
on body and soul
still joy will be found
in the sweet moments we’ve shared
and the new ones we’ll create
state of the nation…
it’s a police state
goose-stepping towards yesterday
corporate greed mandates
your share of national wealth
but it’s morally bankrupt
change management…
the dialogue’s changed
from plans for the next ten years
to the last ten years
lost refrains…
i
want
to sing
a happy song
one
like
i’d heard before
but
i can’t recall
or
find the words
and
the only chords
i hear
are those
of
discord
even in the pews
where
psalms
of
love
once
filled the air
now
are
permeated
with
putrid
political
incantations
from
self-deified saints
who merely
sing hate’s sour notes
or
mouth the words
and
meaningless meanderings
of
every charlatan
that’s
ever lived
but
if you happen
to
know the tune
and
better yet
the words
please
sing
it loud enough
that
we may
all
hear it
again
engaging but predictable…
although the ending
has been
figured out
most people
seek to delay
reading
that final page
opting
to
reread
earlier chapters
wondering
how the outcome
might have been
different
maybe
a change in
dialogues
or
characters
would have altered
the conclusion
but
more likely
such changes
would have only
added
a chapter or two
without
affecting the end
plus
the current list
of
scenes
protagonists
and
antagonists
is what
has made
the book
so interesting
had we not been
so
engaged in the text
we
might
have noticed
how quickly
the end
was approaching
oh
even
scribbling
analytical notes
in
the margins
has not changed
what’s
on those
final lines
and
yet
we tarry
on
that
next to last page
our fingers poised
to turn
the page
afraid
of
what
we
know
overlapping cycles…
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