A Lull in The Storm – 30th March 2022
Twas Summer’s End, short of material,
Cone Man reviewed events less climactic.
Interesting times, shocking, even surreal,
Yet even crises paused for effect dramatic.
Surreal times made the shocking mundane,
Reports struggled to stand out in a crowded field.
What was important? Choice taxed your brain.
How to digest the daily news yield?
News was plentifully supplied, and free,
Expense marked oil, wheat, everything.
Inflation afflicted employer and employee,
Awash with news, all felt inflation’s sting.
War raged in Eastern Europe,
Yet it was not the same war.
Javelins burned Bear Tribe’s paws,
Missiles pierced Crane Tribe’s heartland.
Anguish defeating anger,
Horror defeating hatred,
The tribes parlayed midst danger,
Hours marked by blood red.
Fear of Death concentrates the mind,
Harrowing daily fear clarifies attitudes.
Both tribes were in a terrible bind,
Truth slowly began to supplant platitudes.
War humbled Bear Tribe’s over-reaching pride,
War presented Crane Tribe with realities harsh.
Bear Tribe saw tanks did not have so thick a hide,
Crane Tribe saw Bear Tribe stuck in the marsh.
Ruthless warriors forced to become reasonable,
Ruthless realities forcing remorseful reconciliation.
Bear Tribe saw Crane Tribe’s will to be implacable,
Crane Tribe saw the need for a neutral equation.
‘Closer’, thought Cone Man,
‘Still far apart,
yet getting closer each day,’
Blood still flowed, but it was a start.
Cone Man nevertheless had a care:
Were negotiations merely a lull in the storm?
© Craig Turney
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