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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