4929. TAKE MY PLACE

TAKE MY PLACE

(all politicians should die)

Kingfisher out from the shallows, remind me

of what I am - take my place, walk with me,

let me go. I've got nothing untarnished to gather

the crowd, and all glimmers lost are calling my

name to others who hear. I read the martyrs and

saints, and all they do is make me tired. I read of the

remnants of newspaper war, and all I get is a

bad-relief sensation of something run amok. I'm

as sick of a smirk as a vote. Red handles on the

screwdriver case make it look like a votive lamp,

something Hungarian, or testy like that, just waiting

for donations to throw forth another light. A prayer and

a hope, for nothing at all, for the great guy atop the

mountain nearby, for nothing at all after all, and why?