Walking Away From Canard Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Premonition ever approaching..
Deserted boats in harbors, with a
deluge of angry waves on board..
The townspeople of Canard scurried hence..
Older citizens lagging in their pace..
Solo walkers, two's and three's..
Children tripping light, not knowing or caring why..
The dark clouds overcast, showing angry faces..
Women carrying babies..
Men with graven eyes, fixed upon the unknown..
All walking in procession, disgusted..
How to explain, who would understand..
The tears and anger of impossible recompense..
None in the acceptance of helplessness, of the void..