Monday, June 1, 2015

             Between Orders

You need to understand
how something unremarkable can happen…

A bar room filled with happy heads,
their mouths unhinged with laughter
and talk of the town.
It’s a soft night in a far county,
a fine funk in the air.
At one table women are toying with emotion.
They are the fishers of men;
men jabbering about sports and war and motors.
And behind the bar is Dan, a man with a face
like a shotgun about to go off accidentally.

“How ‘bout those such and suches.”
a voice sounds out over the hubbub.
“We’ll never see their like again.”
another voice calls back in response,
before it’s lost like a leaf in autumnal waters.

And just then, or so the legend goes,
the front door of this fine establishment blows open.
Only the keenest seem to notice,
the world rocking in the coddled night.
Only the sharpest wits take any comfort
in the presence of the unnecessary.

Bruce Mcrae

Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...