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Poem
for No One
When
there's no longer north in north
and south is just the opposite direction,
when snow is what is found on empty TV screens
and ice can be created only by machines,
when toads and turtles would not hibernate
even if they roamed outside museum cases,
when trees must bear and bear a green,
false immortality that masks their fated desolation,
when
all the waters dissipate like mist
with the last remains of cockroaches and men,
then do not hearken back to me as a prophet--
for what I saw seemed common sense.
--Ron
Offen
Copyright © 2006 by Ron Offen
Illustration
Copyright © 2006 by William Anthony
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