Leaves

No sadder scene have I observed than this.
Once bold, then bright, now bleak, they lay at last,
The leaves of autumn, wet and matted firm
Upon the pavement this November morn.
We murdered each other a hundred and thirteen times,
Yet I cannot recall our final kiss,
Or first embrace, though then it must have been
As bold as all those budding leaves of spring.

– K Poleet

“For the road to the stars was a road that forked in two directions, and neither led to a goal that took any account of human hopes or fears.” – Arthur C. Clarke, Childhood’s End

Five Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Where’s my baby girl, she cries in the night;
her wailing never ceases and it’s getting on everybody’s nerves.
Send her away
Send her away, get her out of my sight,
Bellows the New Colossus.
A storm’s a-brewin’
A storm’s a-brewin’, so throw the dark brown dog out the window
before it’s too late,
they’re not gonna wait much longer
soon you’ll see all our fears come true.
What’s one more lost soul
now our ambition’s so close!
Where’s my baby girl, she cries in the night;
her wailing never ceases and it’s getting on everybody’s nerves…

– K Poleet

“America has been dealing with the problem of illegal immigrants ever since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock.” – K. Poleet