Epitaph for the New Order

by Thomas Busse / April 21st, 2019

It has all happened before, this charade:
the creation of context, intention unsaid.
And in some new power gave forth to save
the scorched earth from his own plans secretly hid.
For a controlled burn can render the land
clean for the groves where Judi once stood
Too, can opposing control with great might
Pleading against itself with false wit.
Architects’ visions blown
back with illusion, yield
Councillors into clown
peasants in their fields.

Thomas Busse blogs at covertcalifornia.com. A former professional classical music critic, he is a forensic accountant by day and is investigating Gavin Newsom and the 2018 California 11/7-11/9 massacre. Read other articles by Thomas.

This article was posted on Sunday, April 21st, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.