From Where I Stand

As the world dies
I die with it,

My sap sets
In a public puddle
Around Marble Arch
Beyond the Reform Tree
Along the Serpentine
To the Corner and the Broad Walk,

I speak my mind in a dying world
Unlike those that went
before me
I carry little weight,
I claim to be
No Marx
No Orwell,
Nor make an impact on the world
Like Callinan
Like Marcantonio
Like Quinn.

In the sunset I wonder
About a dying world & a dying man,
Who dies first
& if it really matters.