end of politics

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End of Politics

 I sit on the terrace
in the sun, its forenoon and not too hot

A dog in the road barks looking up I ignore it and it leaves
sits

in the shad and wait. I feel guilty get up walk down and
feed

it two slices of ham. I refuse now to write political poems
its

quite useless, but it shocked me to learn that in 1952 ex
nazi

officers had and army ready to defend West Germany against

the Russians; they didn´t attack. The Russians never do as
we

expect, and now the fascist thugs in Kiev, with the help of
CIA,

are baiting the bear. Nor will I bother to write that I
regard

NATO as a war machine gone mad, by the lack of a apt targets

to bomb; in a way it is USA´s forbidding, foreign subdivision.

On the white wall opposite my cottage the shadows made

a map of Europe then as the sun got higher on the cerulean
sky

 it erased the map,
was that an omen?