me into imagining the smoky night
will never come again? Sometimes
when you turn up so impeccably
disguised as a new day with wines
of forgetfulness, I respectfully
give in. Life clouds the very trail
life spins: a spidering website.
How long can we put truth in jail?
How long can politicians stab
biology and physics in the heart
and gut the world before there is
no world left? Where profit ignites,
where dividends burn up, lives go out.
Written by Al Young
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