12.26.17

Something dreamy
disintegrates,
and in the resultant puddle
of loose particulars,
a savagery
I hadn’t expected
bubbles up.
Well then, a new era of troubles
is at hand.
Take a stand,
or whatever it is the kids
are doing these harried days.
The player piano
of conscience
never quite
stays in tune,
does it?
Come to think of it,
was it ever
in tune to begin with?

-r. miller

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