Gord

2020-10-20 04:08 pm

Is my life but a minor arc?
Mirror dark, a nine of hearts,
Why walk into the distant fog,
Past miles of silver boxes,
Simple props with silver foxes,
Waiting for their turn to balk.

I could write ironic of a pen who talks,
Night-time bombings, a man who moved on,
Wildlife watching.
'Will I be fed to dogs'
The pen responds:
'Terrified by conflict you write a law,
But will the dogs obey? I think not.'