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POETICATE



I’ve seen a blast of

Frigid air

Rambling and

Destructive.


I was there

And we talked,

We talked and conversed

But there was

Nothing.


We’ve

Paved the way

Silly and

Ridiculous.


Why

Do we take oaths to

Indigenous Gods?


Where are the

Fools

That lie and

In wait resuscitate?


We must not

We cannot

By games

Alone.


Fire and ice

Ice is nice;

Black and white

Prejudice.


Here today

Dies Irae...

Gone tomorrow

Dies Ira.


Is it right or wrong,

Is it good or bad,

Is it true or false;

Much to do about nothing.

twt circa 1962

*photo of the Roman Forum

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