Waking Up to How Things EndedA Poem by Ken e BujoldOther, more approximate,
histories appear less susceptible to mythology. Their
tall ships, constructed from sturdier woods,
brass tacks, with tedium and attention to the
nitty-gritty, nuts and bolts of everyday co-existence,
will still sail through the most inclement of
weathers. When suspicion leaks in, they seem
less worried, capable of rolling over and going back
to sleep. But here, where danger lurks
about every corner, rumor and proof -- I didn’t see
it, or I can’t believe it -- is the new currency
of choice. Disaster management has become
the favored elective for the spoon-fed ruffians -- who has time for a comprehensive
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2 Reviews Added on October 27, 2024 Last Updated on October 27, 2024 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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