Public Service Poem by James McLain

The call comes late at night.
From the previous,
engagements before i have set.
Restrooms and Wireless;
Color button video camera,
with audio + palm size i monitor.
i came to this knowledge hereof;
Such a face and how it became,
deep lined and thus immortalized.
After the hanky is done, it is then.
I know now, that i am forever free.
It Feeds on more than our dreams,
and too the public,
they bring their trough.
it is one mighty fight song
and glottis,
with too how high and low it can sing.