come as you are
mixed catch of fish,
not as the world
scores life‘s brief game.
those too at war
can’t accomplish,
shrunken and curled,
when all are the same.
seem time’s gone far;
poetry’s all kitsch;
with flags unfurled,
a nation’s fame
falls below par.
matters not which
insults are hurled:
Name above name.
Gary Edward Geraci