Is it the years I’ve lived?
Could be they were mostly ugly times,
Remembered through the veil
Of years,
But the calliope music is loud
Like God requested the age
Be the ridiculousness
And even the fervent gather information
Present it as evidence
Or clutch their pearls in
Masked indignation
And the clouds gather
There has always been the
Threat of rain
But I opened my coat
Come shelter
I’ll tell you stories
Until it passes
MB Blissett 