Hardly There

 

With indefatigable energy the two will keep
the stars from winking out; their focus isn’t
to be blind at night, cry to waning moons –
despair for light, a power within transcends
the lore of conservation’s ken as if it never
came to pass; without their blessing sweet
we’d have to live with tasteless drought in
an eternities’ misgivings of misanthropy

In seeking solace of an inner sage demands
for quiet inflate to confrontation’s wage and
then the war begins; there’s two to beat in
an unsavoury hegemony, their able turn of
phrase begot the roles or rules we’d rather
say had only been construed as anarchy
© 27 January 2013, I. D. Carswell