Reclining against a warrior’s headstone,
listening to a chevron of geese overhead
watching the pewter dawn sun peer forth
There’s no happiness at the end of a rifle
or in a bottle or magic potion, sitting among
my dead brothers, I know there’s no such
Thing as revolution, it’s just another word
meaning leapfrog of the rich, so they can
buy a bit of power with the blood of the poor
The honking dies and fog vanishes, money
equals greed, possessions turn into traitors,
no one can stop time or conquer the rain.
(photo is from Alamos, Sonora Mexico)
Catfish McDaris was born on Route 66 in Albuquerque, NM in 1953. He's a retired bricklayer, artillery soldier, and postal worker. He lives 4 miles from Lake Michigan, near Milwaukee. His 25 years of writing archives are in Marquette University, and he has a Wikipedia Page. He likes to do interviews.
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