A look at society today. |
I might as well pay a visit to Copenhagen, or maybe even the surface of the moon, (this would necessitate more wherewithal than a conveyance by plane,) because today, that is to say this present time, to wit, two thousand and sixteen, bares fangs like rabid wolves, howls octave howls and scares me so, as people gun each other, and old religions stab and slay and even those unarmed find ways to wound (the price is right), for wheels still spin and prizes wait for those who practice hate. We have come far with Internet, and yet the times are knee-less stumps, and walking is a tragic case wherein the steps cry out in plea for ambulation as it were before man traveled into space, before those credit cards were rife and cable TV was a dream. A German tourist was a sight to photograph the White House lawn, and station wagons full of kids were there to hear the cameras click. Acrid times as flowers fall, the rose, the daffodils, all reticent for full expression. Ominous our digital world, and opaque are the clouds. Much like a claw or adder’s tongue incising flesh, infecting skin assailing we who breathe. Yet now I see blue winter sky--the sun provides its light as it has done for eons. The radiating warmth, that fusion reaction allowing for life. Despite hand-baskets bulging Hell, I still remain as fortunate. These are the best of times. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 2-23-16 ______ Requirements: --a visit to Copenhagen --by plane --a German tourist --daffodils --blue winter sky |