changing the clocks

Steve Pearson Poetry

stars don’t look the same
the sun has lost its shine
it’s like we’re living in a different world
the kings are leaving
the queens are gone
transition is the new dirty word
the new drivers are here
with their beautiful hair
and their beautiful gift of denouncement
it’s the way of the world
renewed and recast
it’s like a hastily arranged enthronement
bow down before them
new gods of the divine
as they tear down the temples we made
they will build their own
for new kings to disown
when the stars in their sky start to fade

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