Tuesday, February 18, 2020

day ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY SIX


Last Glance

I watch the decay
of the promised land,
frail institutions
no longer protecting the people,
as the few consume
as if there’s no tomorrow,
hastening a poor tomorrow,
and I can only wonder
if someone watched
in ancient Rome
as the barbarian tide
engulfed the empire.

--Gary Beck

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