Deborah Grabien
(turning and turning in the widening gyre the falcon cannot hear the falconner)The rusted screen door hanging loose in the breeze Will give no protection at all against the coming freeze
Summer has died and the autumn moves in
We brace for a war against winter we can never win.
Please don't suggest that we meet on the ledge
My feet are already too close to the edge
The roadway is crumbling into the abyss
And I don't understand how it came down to this
All the hashtags and slogans are written in chalk They wash away in the first rain - and I walk.
(turning and turning in the widening gyre)
The buildings behind cast a shadow so tall
You can't tell the dust from the darkness as the evening falls
The temperatures rise as the sea levels lift
Everything we ever wanted has been set adrift
So please don't suggest that we meet at the bend
The road that we travelled is reaching its end
I am tired of listening to myself cry
"You have stolen my world, you have taken my sky"
The center won't hold, it all falls apart
From deep below ground comes the pulse of a heart
It is ragged, hungry, the pulse becomes breath
This rough beast awakens to carnage and death
The foundation's rotten, there's blood in the caulk
I cling to this life like a bug on a stalk
All the hashtags and slogans are written in chalk
They wash away with the first rain - and I walk
(turning and turning in the widening gyre 8X)
© 2014 Deborah Grabien