A word to the wise

Had I a hat
           I’d raise it
to the world
           but I’m drawn
to the moon
           that waxes misty
above the dark city
           skyline

Winter is a-coming
           and the goose
is getting fat
           and I am all eyes
as the train hurtles
           past people’s homes
the barren walls
           of their civilised caves

and I think of peace
           and harmony
rather than
           dog eat dog
and the futile
           pretence to wisdom

John Lyons