THOUGHTS BEFORE TURNING IN

The concrete holds
all the pain
of Rome.
No deed
goes unnoticed.
We are the military
disguised as doves.
As the anger of artists
are like farts
in a blizzard,
while white hot cauldrons
of hatred
are mistaken
for crucifixes
& pageants.
The night
sleeps peacefully
while your bones
& mine
stir.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2014