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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Godfrey Green

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Nagging Questions

Phone in hand, he shouts and shouts.
The wrecked ground is swelling, but
cavorting children are unperturbed.
I am struggling with his weight, imagining
dark thingamajigs bringing us down.
But his wink reassures me; he is not sweating.
He carefully tends his sheep, juggles his words;
yet, see, small children are hungry and wounded,
deep holes are sucking, entrapping.
I am struggling with his blindness.
Always he forgets and each day is a birth.
But I was born long ago and the questions unsettle
my century again and again.