Thursday, November 19, 2020

Vignette from the Civil War

I have to leave her a crumb
     Sez Thunder Tongue
But censorious birds
     Won't take my words
So why am I still
     So polite?

Civility means more,
     They say, in a war,
To allow me to bow 
     While you rationalize
The impossibility of democracy, 
     Forfeit the present to history.

Each person makes a choice
     With their voice
To stand with the beautiful 
     And true 
Or let certainty salve
     Their confusion.

The war is inside
     Each one of us
Although it seems
     In moments
To encroach
     Upon the lawn.