Why would I question,
why would I care
Why would I venture,
...
At what price, love,
the Angel's sing
At what price, love,
...
What versus why,
each millennium cries
Man on the run,
...
Cheating death…
the myth we tell
—when life seems all the more
...
So much lost…
so little gained
Prairies in judgment,
...
We die in the present,
but live in the past
Though the moment may claim us
...
Social Distancing not so strange,
I've been doing it for years
The world a feelings length away,
...
The better Angels of our nature…
the Devil only laughs
Laying traps as yet unseen,
...
Without a reader
the poem is dead,
stillborn and lifeless
—buried unread
...
Within this structure,
my words remain
Each line a fortress,
as thoughts refrain
...