January 30, 2019Poem

Is it too late to turn

politicsmemorymortality

Is it too late to turn

Once we have seen

The monolith

So much of it lies

Hidden

Below the water line

It takes too long

Stopping is an idle race

Perhaps we should

Just plough on

Surely nothing

Can hurt us now

When we know

So much

Technology is our friend

Until we disagree

What is that

Unruly noise

Is it a warning

If I pull the handle

Will it save me

Or should I disconnect

The troublesome cable

From the wall socket

I found

Beneath the table

Perhaps if I ignore

The water lapping

At my feet

I will be saved

Before we sink

Do you think?

Please

Pass the hip flask

Let me drink,

Bottoms up.