Joe Maverick Poet Free verse

A surging dirge '

Deep in the bush i hear  'the snapping of sticks' a sound that flat toned sits with a
Feeling.. Just so sick.' When did Vice-pol
Really get so bad? No shes just not right.'
Wow the vibes real sad.' I think of their 
Estate? unravelling fast now.' Tailing off
Like a dingo's howl.! They have returned to
Their vomit..As will most dogs, eager to  eat..At this thought i hear the lyre-bird sob..Its the Sound now of Victoria ..A place now hard of face.' Bereft of exuberance, yet not, yet beat.. And 'with mind on that 

shelf' built in twenty twenty and maintained, by this force.? For dan's selfish self'
I wish to exit this museem..Or  cell filled with
Much re-morse.' And i'm overwhelmed in
Anger, as the dirge deafening loud; does course..Near as
Much as the bush silence can hold your attention.. All round  and God i can't escape this sick feeling in either solitude or crowd'

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Joseph P. DiMino September 9, 2025 at 7:24 AM Great writing. Now, if only people, enough people, took it to heart...and were moved to correct the wrongs. An old saying, hang together, for sure, anyway, at some point we will hang alone. Something like that. Movements need numbers. You are certainly doing your best to rally. Blessings my friend. May God always so guide you.