the statistics (I almost never thought to look at) tell me others have been passing through in reasonably large numbers - for me.)
No one is following the blog, so now that I have left social media, perhaps no one will ever visit again, since there hasn't been new work on here for a few years until today. Ah well..
Infectious rage and grief and bewilderment
of how we ended up back here among horrors
once escaped, engulfing us again,
lost cause humanity
on the edge of oblivion or
a miracle performed by Living Word
at this point my vote as meaningless
as my last visit to a ballot box,
this mote of electronic dust
taped to the echo chamber of a blog,
resonant with emptiness,
exiled on main stream flutter in a stilling breeze.
Silence smiles because I say so,
and line lengths grow until they don't reach apogoee
except when nudge over the lip of an ending.
Her majesty the Queen, Elizabeth the Second of my entire life
reigned over me like a bow until a quarry forklift operator
told Kenny Jackson and Me "they're saying the Queen die."
She was my majesty, now she is Saint Elizabeth of Balmoral,
heiress to the Anglo Saxon monarchs and Saints found
in the histories of Bede’s English Speaking people:,
kings and queens with all their miracles,
created by he or not, the pantheon of his pen,
in whose company Elizabeth of Balmoral has now entered.
The miracles of her rule were simple goodness, the wonders of
her dedicated service were heroic examples of grace under pressure
duties faithfully to her own ascension promise; she was a young
mother who became grandmotherly a rock for nearly
half our nation’s existence: for one third of all international peoples
in the British Commonwealth, whatever their politics and views of
monarchy many are bowing heads to honour her passing, conscious
of her strength of character, her essential goodness in hard places;
for a woman to be, to be the woman to whom elephant matriarchs in
Africa acknowledged her just before he father’s death,
trumpeters of her ascension, the reason for her return to London,
my fair lady-o.
