In the beginning is the Word,
to hang man up High,
or tie man down Low.
In the interim is Religion,
to cinch men Together,
or to rope men Apart.
In the twilight is Trump,
the least of US All,
who raised her Up.
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.