I will don Mercury’s talaria
here, rise above earth, speed to hold loved ones.
My prayers will end humans’ hysteria,
clear air, detoxify land. I’ve begun
to purify water, it seems, stepping
into Atlantic surf. The homeless all
own condos now. Hear cancer patients sing,
free of disease. Our nuclear missiles
morph to giant chocolate rockets. Greed
stumbles and falls off the World Bank’s gold roof.
Dear children, once abused, no longer bleed.
Old folks don’t forget, offer facts as proof.
Poor folks now dress in exquisite houndstooth
while presidents and Congress tell the truth.
Roger Armbrust
January 7, 2010
