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

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