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 Sail and slowly and turn about, And change to orange red, In the daily call of sunset. A lone star looks down and twinkle As 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?