{The travesty is when it becomes no longer our property to rebuild. In the deep South this is referred to as 'demolition by means of neglect.' It just rots and sinks into the ground....all by itself}
Everywhere
It looks like
deer in headlights
Smells like
fire burning hair
Sounds like
ribs cracking
bones breaking
tooth aching
Feels like
sand melting
ocean sucking
feet sinking
sun extinguishing
planets popping
universe heaving
thing
When human decency
becomes the last extinct species.
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What an emotional piece driving directly at what is wrong with trying to make America some so-called great again when it never really was. When are the good folks in this country and in the Congress going to stand up for decency instead of cowtowing to power and greed.
What's become of us?
Ron
The word "thing" is a profound epiphany of what might be left someday as a result of your gradual paring away layer after layer until...
As always, your ability to make me stop and do some inordinate, serious thinking is so inviting. Thank you. And thank you for catching the missing tooth "witch" in my last poem.