Short Caique Poems

In London 
Big Ben told me the time
Seven p.m.
With chains clinking history
A few yards away
With his heavy jaw
Churchill was chewing 
Burned out human wisdom
People were crammed into every space
And cameras were flashing and weaving
Like stunned fireflies 
The world’s caique appeared in the mist
Old, very old
The captains come and go 
But the oarsmen are the same –
Nameless...

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