The Eclipse fiddled with the mirror
placing a finger moments away from the image
of itself that pointed back at itself
then when the sun went, the image disappeared
long lost moment vague hills at sunset
long lost son who returns with a wife
and children was not that unusual
when long distance travel meant much time
was invested. These days its a few cheap
hours to be exploited by the cruel examples
of humans programmed by instruction
never loved or held by the hand
where knowledge is everything
and blood gets on the floor
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry