Of Better Things Poem by jim hogg

Napoleon might have had a cat
and Feynman might have had a cut
and something might have had a point
in branched cascades of might have beens
and groundhog worlds protected from
the sneaky tides of entropy
in which it's not too late to dream
of better things we might have been
of politicians speaking truth
and not just only when it suits
and youth whose pride meant less than love

but none of that's in focus now
as east and west a clash of mouths
unleashes old imperatives

Gethsemane's a flash of blue
and screens are full of sudden men
all serious adrenaline
a sick elation everywhere
at skeins of righteous aeroplanes
and skulk of dragons in the sea

reality now virtual
as Albright types line up to claim
on balance, yes, we got it right
'so long, and thanks for all' your lives