There is a train of thought

There is a train of thought

Winding itself around

My globe

Where the eyes can't see

The febrile machinations

Of the right guard,

Which was a deodorant

Back in the day

Of full employment

Welfare funds

And universal healthcare.

Before bug-eyed monsters

Declared it was evil

To be compassionate,

It should be full of food,

The train.

But the last thing anybody needs

Is a sensible solution

To a crisis

When the outcome can be catastrophic

As long as it is not here

Or there.

Where?

There

Just beyond the border

Between us and them

A place we all know well

As we have all stood on its edge

Looking in.

Teetering on the brink

Before moving away.

Dragged back

In some cases

Shaken by what is revealed,

Unless you carry a silver spoon

In your top pocket

Peeking out from behind

A folded handkerchief.

Monogrammed, of course.

If I had a hammer

Which in itself reminds me

Of a time when an accented singing voice

Was all the rage.

Before

Foreign accents were made illegal

The names were changed

To protect the guilty

The innocent were brokered

For rare earth minerals,

Carried off on the back of

A giant albatross.

Disappearing into the distance

Along with the gravy

From the train

Which is all but invisible now,

Behind a veil of conspiratorial

Shenanigans.

To confuse the masses,

Before they gather enough evidence

To bring the whole thing down.

But if I had a hammer

I would break the world

Right down the middle

To let all the sweet stuff

On the inside

Out.

The manna

The nectar

For everyone to share

In a crazy cream egg experience.

What a wonderful world

That would be.