"The wheel has turned. And it is time.
It is time for them to go." -- Dick Cheney
The tumbrils creak and rumble back
Along the roads of slate,
Retracing rutted years of sand
Whose distance storms debate.
The passengers stand fixed as stone
While faces cheer from snow.
The blade awaits it's midday meal,
As above becomes below.
Innovations carved from clouds
Give despair and dance new measures.
The blade reflects the people's meal
When kings slake lower pleasures.
Arrived at now they gaze at mist
Where granite horses roam.
Their schedules as fixed as dark.
Their future -- structured foam.
The head within the basket sees
Vast parliaments of sky.
The ears hear but the fading surf
As the past these years deny.
Gerard has done it yet again:
A poem for the masses.
I'd try it, but 'tis easier
To sit on both my asses.
Excellent, G., especially that last verse.
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