Poem: “LAST”
Dec 16th, 2009 |
LAST
Outside
the quicksilver sinks a little in the glass.
Inside the conference hall
the temperature rises.
After decades of hypocrisy
quick minds need to find a quick and lasting deal
to save us from the quicksands,
requicken our forests, restore our full humanity.
Last,
the kings & queens begin to trickle in
with their signet rings,
as hustlers continue to cobble texts.
Last chance? Last days? Last gasp?
Place mind in heart, put pen to paper, breathe a prayer.
©Copyright Chris Duggan 2009
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Jo Ind said:
A wonderful poem. Change the world with poems. That’s the way to do it.