Skeleton of our EthicsA Poem by Carlton McRaeOn my way back to the normal world of finger tip reality, morally responsible for last nights trouble, I nurtured the monster & betrayed the species. Sedatives, pills… a troupe of pink elephants jet trailed through the summer sky. Children have the power, the formula to change and nothing but golden eyes that suddenly burst into tears, hour after hour, night after night, wondering… I’ll keep my steps in good time until back in London, postponed for another visit. © 2017 Carlton McRae
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