Talking of politics past.
We are so unsure of the future,
so enmeshed in the now.
The territoriality of time is fading.
Like Janis said: “It’s all one fucking day.”
But the morning was so long in coming.
So Bloody Long.
I saw the first faint rays of dawn emerge
beyond night’s horizon through my shelter window.
I try to tell you this as apocalyptic afternoon
drones on and on.
But you, caught, lost in the cawing crowd, will not hear me.
So I invoke orphic lyrics to rouse other ears.