Pity the Planet
“Pity the planet, all joy gone
from this sweet volcanic cone;
peace to our children when they fall
in small war on the heel of small
war--until the end of time
to police the earth, a ghost
orbiting forever lost
in our monotonous sublime”
― Robert Lowell, Near the Ocean: Poems
"Things hidden in my head"
Copyright 2015 © Ronald D. Isom, Sr.
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