CALM Publishing

THE SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN

 

If we could cling

To the side of the mountain

While maintaining our grip

On each other

As the hillside shook

And shrugged off boulders

Tumbling past our refuge

Rumbling down the slope

To a waiting sea

Eager for more

Just like the mob

That lines the mall

As the glass walled carriage rolls

A fragment of history entombed

            We wake to news

           He has been busy again –

            Such a delegator

            This time not just the vote

            This time it’s the F.B.I.

            And if you have been talking

            About government, its mandates

            Its prime movers –

            You know the crowd –

            So exclusive they can fit in

            One Pacific Heights mansion –

            Say 100 guests –

            Enough to run a country –

            Nay, a world!

            Such intelligence, tech and government

            Merged with A.I. and nano-algorithms

            To take control –

            At last, a peaceful world! . . . right?                        

            220915.3