Charta Non Cacata
by JF Childs
Good Morrow, Iris To the market of man went I today But long there did not tarry; All long-standing hatreds had spoilt on the shelves Harsh words didn't look very fresh And rude gestures they simply no longer carry; Nor any matter prejudicial to religion, creed, color, gender, caste or race Whatever; nor jealousy, rage or any other deadly sin was left; And although as yet nothing had taken its place The stall of the Liar looked decrepit and daft; Then, rather than starve, Someone irrepressibly laughed....
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Love this poem! Your timing is impeccable. So glad you have begun this blog because I know the wonderful poems you have written over decades.
Thanks very much, Anne