papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

impending dawn 01/19/2017

Filed under: free verse,poetry,the trumpocalypse — paperslightertext @ 2:12 am
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As the hours dwindle
and white wolves mingle
just beyond the gate,
hungry to rip health
from the throat of innocents-

those last restless minutes
in bed before reckoning’s
raucous wake-up call
fall all around, dissipate
in a precious effervescence.

Is it cliche to mourn
the end of an era?

Still it ends, inexorably
dismantled, defunded,
and deregulated-
a legacy desecrated.

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