The Secretary-General at
midnight Having spent a long day on his knees: Even as the Earth twirls towards twilight, Sovereign states do ever as they please, Each doomed along with all, as none foresees. Challenged, the one nation that must lead Reiterates its reasons to refuse, Even as the barracuda breed, Threatening a game that all must lose, A chance no gambler, crazed or drunk, would
choose. Restricted to the power of persuasion, Yielding, naturally, but scant success; Given but the stature of his station, Eliciting fine words to please the press; Near desperate, he starts slowly to undress. Elevate your legs, he thinks, and then Reclines as usual, and then again Alights, and feels the Earth beneath him spin, Longing more and more for less and
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Mysterious Sorrows. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.