People in 1918 will wonder (ironically)
How we got here.
How we could accept our affronts
To personal liberty.
They haven’t looked very far ahead yet.
Will we look to our Odoacer as a hero?
Welcome that insurrection as if it is
Springtime? Or have those daffodils
Sprouting in December like that,
Perish, frozen in time while gazing enamored?
Huh? Me? Oh well I don’t know if all that
Is really a problem. I’m safe in my PIP*
With its hot and cold running culture
And my video games, and
The sportsball broadcasts come in fine
For earthweal, and added to open link night at diverse https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/01/open-link-night-275/