Tuesday, April 21, 2009

International Politics

I've been having moments
of doubt which seem to stretch across
the day as does a tarp,
sealing the grass below from the sun, 
becoming a terrific place
for slugs and ants and worms.
On this dank surface, I travel
about in my 2 wheeled buggy.
Pulled by the 4 hoofed horse,
I can hear the wind whispering
in my crinkly ears. The sound
is not like a guitar or clarinet solo.
Instead, I register nothing
but the ugly hiss of nationalism.