Poem

Warning Alarms are going offThe lights are all strobing Municipal sirens wailingA skein of geese is honkingAs they fly low over my back deck.The warnings are all around us;It ’s a widespread global panic.That time the engines went out on my planeHalfway out over the North AtlanticThe flames flickering from the port side wingThe sudden thousand foot dropStewards collapsed crying in the galleyThe seas rising to meet usLooping around back to GanderIcebergs and not enough dinghiesIt ’s hard to get the count just rightA vast underestimation Of the effects of gravityOf the full steam ahead on the TitanicShovel another heap of coal onto the firesBurn the whole pile of black earth.The trains are arriving in the east,Screeching iron on iron,The women to the right, men to the left.The gander strut and stick out their chests.The geese get no rest.The migration south is now unendingToo many people go about their businesswithout a care, without proper sense of tragedy.I can't see the geese.Haunted warnings from behind the low gray clouds,Or perhaps plumes of acrid smoke,you cant tell sometimes,The blackened hillside of charred trees,The shadows thin and pitiful.Above, the sky looks clawed,the fading white contrails of planes,the leaves turning, falling.October feels like summer.It's getting warmer and warmer.The birds don't evenhaveto leave.11/23/19

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 22, 2019 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs