“STOPPING BY THE U. S. CONSTITUTION ON A SNOWY EVENING”
Poem by MICHAEL WALLI , with thanks to Robert Frost
Whose world this is
I know altho
The CIA thinks it
Is the Federals’ so
Surely they see us
Stopping here
To fill the jails
With empty show
The Founding Fathers
Must think it queer
To adjudicate without
A Constitution near
Between the paychecks
And frozen chosen
The biggest hypocrisy
Of the year
They give their burial
Shrouds a shake
To ask if there
Is some mistake
The only other
Sounds you hear
Is contractor money
And greedy take
The Constitution is lovely
Dark and deep
So many promises
You do not keep
Winter’s coming
When no one can sleep
Arise! Awake!
Forsake your sleep!
— February, 2014
That’s the spirit Mike- great read- how about: Stopping by some woods near a nuclear facility: “Whose woods these are I think I know- hole in the fence, we’ve got to go
Posted by david eberhardt | March 3, 2014, 9:48 am