Take time out for poems which reflect on our social and political environment.
What dazzles eyes that have looked out for decades
at green valleys, and mountains that ramp up to clear blue sky
at glass seascapes and skytrees that bid and forbid climb
is it the mortality in that munition’s brown billow of dust
wherin I see horses rear and men fall backward
like Trojan succeeders in self-destruction,
asses to ashes in some soulless devolution