Another day in the life of the world

Another day
in the life of the world
each moment
a glittering sapphire
the cobalt horses of distance
running away in
all directions
at the speed of sight
existence serenading itself
into existence
from beneath the
cosmic balcony . . .
but wait, have
I mentioned
the whine and sting
of killer drones filling
the air
have I mentioned
the criminal enterprises
sometimes called
USA & Client States Inc.
still murdering children
still bombing families
to smithereens
still scavenging and gleaning
among the fields
of the naked and the dead
for gold fillings
stopped watches
scorched and scattered nickels
whatever pitiable leavings
they can gather
to stuff into their great greedy
gaping gullets
desperately hoping
to fill the void
left behind by the departure
of human decency.
Just another day
in the life of the world.

Buff Whitman-Bradley’s new book is At the Driveway Guitar Sale, from Main Street Rag Publishing. He podcasts poems on aging, memory, and mortality at thirdactpoems.podbean.com and lives in northern California with his wife, Cynthia. Read other articles by Buff.