An Autumn chill
arrives on
the first of
JuneHarbinger
of the beautiful
or more news
to subsume?The world beyond,
sleeps, now
accustomed to spin,
perilously
out of tuneThe danger
becomes us;
wrapped in a shell
of words we consume
Peace (upon us),
Kevin
The danger
belies us;
wrapped in shell
of lies he resumes.
We’ve had enough. Right?
I would hope so