Changes,

the world has been

through the wringer, the pulping

machine this last year, 2016

the year of the dreaded day

and the mincing machine

where reality has been reality,

in that everybody

eventually dies

or gets to play politics; changes

everyone, the shroud envelopes all

and in the grey black mist,

a crooked bony finger cocks slows

and asks you to join the dance.

Ian D. Hall 2016