Issue
 #30 

April
2014


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a poem by Scott Blackwell

History

It's all rain
eventually

even in the desert
the mountains.

The good part
keeps getting smaller
. . . but always
the carrot
of tomorrow . . .

God
will come later,
pouring hot sun
over our heads,

the only religion
after all,

as History
moves, mows on,
bulldozes
every body
into trenches
in time,

and remembers
hardly any of us
finally,

except of course
for the body
politic.

© by Scott Blackwell
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #30 ~ April 2014