The Bickerings Are Over: A Forecast Poem by RIC BASTASA

rocks upon rocks
and mountains upon mountains
of rocks and heaps of sand upon
heaps of sand, red blood
spilling on this soil, and
bodies scattered along
the parths, and too much
writings of hate on the
walls,

the white horse has been
sent and the light from
the great sun has
penetrated every heart

now in the state of grace
each man shall be contented
and silenced.

the weather is fine and there
is food for all on the table.