and the maple trees  get blighted
the woodwind has stopped
the coral vanished
tides rising
along each coast
winter a memory
polar bears ride ice flows
trying to go somewhere
colder
an electorate getting ******
on bare eductional opportunities
in our land of
falling for a tv president
selling propaganda and lies as
promises
we have no one left to blame
time to look inside
make a plan
watch the sky for mushrooms
the courts for help
and then you lost someone yourself
when she gave out her last breath
that someone only her
you could debate with on all that
you sat muddled in the
melting ice numbed
and cold
tapping that last maple tree with your hand
under an elect trump sign
as the banks came and foreclosed
Walls treat fell like a pine bitten by a hot blast
of lightning  Russia came
all other's kept out
oil flowed it's a business
you knew that
life is
you took economics 101\
it's just so soon before I had prepared
now I pay
i do for
all the
partying
it does get
too late

When I was young I yearned to be a hero
To feel the adulation of the crowd
To feel the damsel in distress pressed against my chest
Tearfully expressing her wonderlove into my shoulder

But with age came understanding
Understanding that a yearning hero needs a villain
A single minded evil that pursues the hero
Obsessed with his demise at any and all cost

So to wish to be a hero
Is to wish for evil
And for the distress of the damsel
To burden her with the obligation of gratitude

This is the reality of all yearning heroes
All my childhood heroes carry this sin
I unknowingly worshiped at the alter of greed
The greed of a needy soul

With age comes understanding
Understanding that true heroes are so only in retrospect
A true hero is surprised by their deeds
Pulled to the job by forces unseen
left shaking by the deed
yearning only to slip back into obscurity
This is the true hero