The train manager requests two minutes silence
as benevolent morning sun touches
middle England’s fields with gilt
while across the Channel, the Somme’s
sweet rolling hills are healing over
despite zig-zag trenches and craters
where paper poppies decay and fall
like blood-stained confetti.
Leonard Cohen has sung his last gravelly elegy,
so long Marianne and all the rest of us.
Obama leaves the White House,
Britain turns its back on the EU.
What vultures are hovering we do not know.
Over Mexican food three poets
talk passionately of politics, uneasy isms.
The papers continue to report things we cannot stomach.
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True…Right now, the world needs rewind and fast forward buttons.
RIP, Leonard Cohen.
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Great slant on the theme Angela, you nailed it Angela
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Reblogged this on Carolyn O' Connell and commented:
Great slant on this theme
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