by Ralph La Rosa
A post-Obama meditation
After Euphoria, formal feelings come �
Once Tuning Forks, the Nerves won�t hum
And numbed Hearts wonder, �Where is the Sage who bore
Such sane Good News � out of the White House door?�
Eyes widen, dim, dart around �
Ears ache so
From toxic Lies � all Oughts �
In offal sown,
The requiems for loss � alone �
This is the Hour of Dread
For those who were misled �
But Sickened watchers of the Trumped-up show �
Rest � Regroup � Resist � their Hearts say he must Go
Ralph La Rosa�s work has been published online, including at
TheNewVerse.News, and in the books
Sonnet Stanzas and
Ghost Trees.