Signs Poem by Dale Cody 2

A man in his mansion on a hill, his sign 'Trespass against my will.'
He there aloft, not distrot, in a kingdom with its own sun,
feeling no pain, nor joy, only the mechanical click of the total sum.

And here is a sign that expresses regret 'Do not litter.'
Do you recall the television portrait of a sobbing Indian so bitter.
I have often wondered at the irony of this Wall Street pagan,
does he really care about our litter? Knowing his forefathers were exterminated, their lands plundered, and their woman's inters taken.

And the most meaningful of all 'No children or pets allowed here, '
makes me wonder what these creatures have done to cause such fear.

Ah, just a few signs that intrude on life's abode,
though not yet our emotions controlled by electrical nodes.

When the nodes, we will not need signs that read, 'Stop! Go! Do not park here! ' Just computers, Metallic cards, an indoor sun,
Like the Wall Street pagans we'll just listen for the sum, or none!

DALE CODY