Summer Ending

Summer drawing to its close
Even the sun lingers abed
With all the sleeping house
And I write these lines again
By amber lamplight.
The grey day strengthens 
Through open blinds
Mundane, quotidien, unpoetical
Yet undeniably comforting
Even though
I know
In this strange, rich town children
Will wake without breakfast, even
Now people stirring hungry in DeVargas
Park, people rising without water 
Out beyond bloody mountains
The poor we have with us always
Advice, consolation, denial, excuse

The loaded gun on a table
Filled with toys
Marketing come to denouement
Angry crowd defying order
Good sense reason
Burns the grocery or the capitol
Parading lawless spreads disease
Symptoms of the deeper sickness
That treats your brother sister 
Like object, animal, imposition
On consumer Liberty, fake
Essential fraud, longing for those
Cheap holidays in others’ miseries
Forced gaze upon our own
Empty brutality. 

Where is the end of this 
Sad litany of our troubles?
Broken below on those ancient rocks – 
Property, hatred, violent force,
Men with crooked crosses -
Or ahead through rocky steeps of love
The road of time overgrown with
Roses of an eternal world.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae