Fragments and the City
I’ve walked the city streets
marveled at the night lights
and majestic high buildings
seeming to silence the sky
a blot of darkness, for nothing
is visible above the eaves--
top floors reserved for
Penthouse gods and goddesses…
I’ve witnessed the motion
spoken to Movers and Shakers
and have concluded that
even death can be quite animate
but there is only Life in Love…
(God has no enemies
but evil begets its own
sows where the heart
has left its vacancies)
The past is a place
we are all too familiar with
for the present benefited
or the victim--
the future our place for
hope and dream, immediately
blessed where there is
abundance of faith and love…
The world has gotten
much smaller, too many
eyes: no place to hide
without snap snap click click
not a word is said without
leaving a recorded echo--
tigers and lions now our
technologies, licensed to
ambush and devour…
Since when did News
become Gladiators,
good vs evil, excluding
the facts? Not that I
don’t like a feisty fight
every now and then,
but when seeking news
I prefer the right—a clear
and penetrating pure light
absent the glaring egos
we now call Anchors
more A Ship of Fools.
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