by Robert Farmer
we scatter blame as if it were healing
over a landscape littered
with broken tools and standards,
lift clashing political visions like swords,
variations on some common theme
we've lost again.
At eighty, this "eternal recurrence"
impels me to settle it all
with my grandchildren's "whatever"
and another Jack-straight-up/beer back.
Robert Farmer is a retired university professor of forest ecology who views the world from Cleveland, Ohio.
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