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the fall of romance from this Earth's partial plane

is the worst yet to hit the universe  

a street drug shot in the arm of the collective sane

uncertainty over emotional inability to cohabit and commit

is on a distinct up rise

there is undeniable doubt in the oceans

as well as indeterminate death in the skies

man today walks about with what seems like an

unremovable chip upon his dispirited shoulder

while the earth grows hotter daily

the human spirit drops an additional degree colder

whose fault is this?

mine, yours and all the disrespect able others

perhaps I should have listened more closely to these

words I once heard spoken

'Take care of your home and your home will take care

of you'

such very wise words handed down from generation to

generation of many concerned West Virginia mountain mothers,

including my own

she too must have known

all I can say now is, 'Forgive me mother, for failing to hear your fond

for warning but I only remembered

to apologize moments after it was too late

now here I sit tired and alone upon a heap of smoldering ashes  

that used to be my beloved house

with not even a coat left, a cup nor even an uncharred

paper plate

and in my fire fried head all I can hear are those same

words

haunting me as the last bucket of water I throw on the

dying flames to finally douse...........

( written Jan.3, 1992 am)