||The fences keep us from the mountains.|
What can distract us from ourselves?
The children drive me crazy.
Soldiers came and bulldozed the tree.
Concerns for security
leave us exposed,
while the children,
play in a dirt yard.
Kitty what are you thinking of?
Oh nothing Robert, I say, but I'm thinking
Of hope lost
Of a stupid man dead in Spain.
Joe Dallet, dead in Spain,
A stupid death. Killed me too perhaps.
I'm thinking living here with you is second best.
But, you are solid, in your odd way.
A gentleman, ahh, for such manners,
But we know it has to be a good day,
You have so decreed.
It's all solid citizen stuff from now on.
No more wayward revolutionaries.
No more fools.
Bernard Sullivan © 1995