Spring mud and summer fatigue.
Autumn darkness. The seasons are in league
Against me. Winter’s Christmas break
Is now plastic toys for kids and other things which are fake.
Arctic blasts. What’s global is alarming.
Bric-a-brac dies.
Alea iacta est. My neighbor is pruning his hedges, and arming.
Shall I go into the cafe and debate?
Or smile? And hide my hate?
I think I’m the wrong guy
To consider these things. Two Beatles
Are dead. And I will die.