to those unheeding 

July 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

I could not control my lament

            heaving 

as sun

burrowed crowned head

into feverish horizon
leaving me

stunned at how

how badly we had

fucked it all up
dubbed by the record as

incompetent stewards

undeserving of this gift
when over my shoulder 

I heard the wind whisper 

     don’t worry so much
       the dead will surely sigh

       and 

       council the unborn
some it is hoped

                        will listen
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead 

 

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