Progress

It’s Monday morning. The recent storms have left the Southern California mountains vested with a magnificent mantle of white without burdening the inhabitants of the lower elevations with snow shoveling duties. Grateful for our geography, here is another offering for Poetry Monday.

progress

fallen dictatorship

scarred walls and minds

haunted by memory

and cable documentaries.

bitter slipped kingdoms

whose colonial dogs

bit the hand that starved them.

boulevards bombed

rebuilt bombed rebuilt,

collateral limbs cleared away.

the machine of nations

hungers

and is fed.

I pass from state to state,

transparent borders

waved through.

war is somewhere else

today.

p.ferenczi

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2 Responses to Progress

  1. tkbrown says:

    Yes, Progress, in many ways it takes us one step forward and two steps back. Thank You for the Follow. I appreciate it. You have written a very deep and meaningful poem. Thank You for sharing!

  2. DiosRaw says:

    🖤

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