THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Monday, January 19, 2015

A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

From the corner of your eye
you can see it if you try to,
in the silvery-veined undersides of the poplar and maple leaves
in the solitary bird's call, and
from somewhere behind your ears (that humming)
a persistent buzzing of electrical conductivity,
and a smiling newscaster on someone's television, he,
with a frozen face (and every hair neatly in place)
speaks of things absurd
while people hang on every word,
and the pews are empty while the dungeons fill up
with unasked questions and silenced doubts
and the troops without flags (expressionless gazing robots0
are amassed at the borders,
and nobody drives into town anymore, no,
but as certain as six is followed by seven
and as certain as push will be followed by shove
as certain as skeletons sleep in the graveyard
a change in the weather is imminent, yes --
a change in the weather
will come.

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