Gord

2016-11-15 12:00 am

Classical antiquity in his eyes,
In the future he sees nothing.
No hummus made of pain,
No main containing animal.
How will his likeness continue,
With same vein, similar virtues?
In the mind propaganda becomes true.

Selling Kerchiefs with his likeness,
The future becomes today,
Yesterday's pathway impassable,
Except for by train.
A smile in the rain.