Two Of The Four
A poem by Michael Hawkes
He chose to jump
And falling flew
Past fifty shattering window panes;
He looked then leapt
With others who
Feared falling less than searing flames.
The planet burns,
What do we do,
But jump for glory at the games.
There is no sky to leap into
That isn’t full of weather vanes…
Who’s to blame,
Who can we sue,
Who has the fewer counter-claims.
Who to name and who to boo
For seeking future market gains.
A rose was red,
The sky was blue
As was the world before the flames.
Then come the rains
That douse the fires, so very true,
Then drown the cities on the plains
And whatever other life remains;
What can a poor man do.
6/8/21 – Hawkes
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[/col][col size=”10″]Michael Hawkes was a cherished poet and contributor whose work enriched the pages of WestmountMag.ca with its sensitivity and depth. Over the years, he entrusted us with a rich body of poems, of which only a portion has yet been published. His passing leaves a profound void, but the poems still to come will continue inspire all who were moved by his voice.[/col][/row]