R.M. Dolin, 2016
Dawn of Discontent
Predawn shadows hover over
the deserted field like
an anxious executioner
not necessarily eager for
the task at hand,
just ready to be done.
Wind dances along the stark stubble
wondering where life and beauty have fled.
Broken stalks, like pipes in an organ,
create a crescendo response to
Coyote’s mischievous serenade.
Inside men sit serious,
eyes strained on
their unspeakable future.
The silence doing more to
debate the issue at hand
than any discussion to follow.
For a nation,
for its people,
for the serious men in silence,
the dawn of discontent has arrived.
Bearing down with the intensity of
a high mountain storm
scraping across
an unspeakable tomorrow.
Background poem from the “What Is To Be Done,” trilogy. Jake and his co-conspirators plot to right the listing vessel of government
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