GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

32. Campaign

	Parade

We saw the Cadillac. Proud metal
sheathe.
We saw the smooth, soft, ride.
Canted by that pompous erring will

	So like unto silence, erring still.
We saw the Cadillac. No fear.
The eyes that watched its passing
	fettered to the mind, unseeing, here.

	Address

Words tumbled, ebbed. Applause
	"No graver times..."
		When Carthage fell the citizens could hear the Spring thrust
And flowing- Would he serve?
Could history resent the iron nerve
	But arguments are words
The applause-escaping in a mind to swerve.
The question answered vaguely-Would he serve?

	End

Confetti's swept-precise. How
clean the dirt strewn street-serve
	Howtraffic stopped, for talk
to stop such traffic. Sweep,
And words to answer, answered thoughts
The eyes that invocations weep
The smile, the soul, Confetti

	covered the final say
Fate answers fate and will not stay.