The Indignant

Shots rang out
in an unobstructed meeting
of two divergent minds
and a sally forth does nothing
to help my aching back.
The day can’t sour while the absence of truth lives on
but that never stopped the least among us
from coveting each other’s desires.
Comparison may be suicide
and destiny may be the refuge of fools
but don’t tell me I can’t ring up
before the needling is done
and the horses are back home
This is a shivering, isn’t it?
I’d forgotten to watch for the signs,
you’ll be pleased to know,
due to the jackasses at the gate,
crying out for justice.
At least the birds live on
and with them all things are possible,
except for the end of the end of the end.
But perhaps we’ve reached that after all.

– July 20, 2024

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