Our Times

by Robert A. Davies / January 7th, 2018

A seated man is lifted
his arms held out stiffly
apparently frozen

We look from our curtained windows
fearing that we might be next,
the jobs all gone.

Is this another country?
we ask ourselves
where the underclass don’t belong

where the mentally ill,
those who have lost their jobs
sit on generous sidewalks.

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: rjdavies3@comcast.net. Read other articles by Robert A..

This article was posted on Sunday, January 7th, 2018 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.