There is no change, no plan, no amputation,No nurse with power to heal,None to take us by the shoulderto look us in the eye and warnof danger there insidethis fascination to wring every ounce of lifefrom this slow death. There is no hope of change, no coming back.This death will come, must come.Is it notContinue reading “Lament for a Civilization”
Dream Bringer’s Studio 