He thought about nothing for a long time
In the sense of silence and not worth
It wasn’t a due date for all, then it was.
A time for relenting and going small
To the fall
Of tiniest use and puce-drawn
No time exists when the ending is full
Of uses for the word God.
The facts don’t matter
As we bend to the will
Of the few media wrestlers
Who shun to spotlight for their power.
Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2016