Where Does This End? Poem by William B. Deutscher

Where Does This End?

Thrust of day,
night-shot lust,
falling away.
Our stormy front
is here to stay,
or so it seems.
Misbegotten scenes.
The wind blows hard
from a dark cruel past.
Chaos all down the line.
Wastrels lie supine
in my back yard.

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