Indifference – A Poem by Patrick Carpen
Man’s best friend sits on the porch
While soldiers run and march.
He watches the fleecy western cloud
Slowly sail and turn about,
And change to languid red,
In the daily call of sunset.
A single star looks down and twinkle
The sky slowly darkens.
The wind gets cooler, cooler, cooler,
Far away there’s war and fire.
His brown eyes sees indifferently
The green grass blackening…slowly, slowly,
Into the darkness of the night
With the final breath of twilight.
He hears a wild hog
Sees a croaking frog;
Darkness lights upon the lawn,
Another day is gone.
Will he never, never smell the fear
Of death that lingers in the air?