Political Poem No. 1

 

"We're living in a political world" sings Bob Dylan

 

I consider his words

Staring at a blank page

 

A friend is talking to me

I'm drinking coffee instead of tea

Beneath the saucer is a printed page

I remember an old painting

 

A Government has fallen

A footballer is injured

There are fires burning

 

I catch a few syllables of a conversation

The coffee is warm

 

"We're living in a political world"

 

I can't hear words

There is only touch