Whatever Happens? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Whatever happens? Happens because it happens to be what happens
Life takes on many patterns, patterns come, and patterns-go
And patterns drift on, changing therefore like the melting snow,
Opening chasms for new life to show, for new life to grow,
Where crimson sunsets steal the show and anxious hearts
Begin to nurture the propagandist's message we'll all come to foster
That there is meaning to all this nonsensical-bluster
That even if we're combatants in some holocaust disaster
We're still brothers and sisters,
Who needs and requires a modicum-of-looking-after
Here and now and in the hereafter.