The End of 2008

 

 

A historic year, if years

Can be historic.

It’s just a number

Like the 44 percent

The stock market has subtracted.

Abstract, unless you have

To live with the abstraction.

George Bush rides his bike

Into the sunset, none

The wiser, a silly

Grin on his face

As he dodges shoe

After shoe. Ignorance is

Bliss after all.

A historic election

Reason for hope

As war breaks out

Around the world.

A final farewell, an outbreak

Of salmonella

The last chapter

In Bush’s legacy.

How will this fatal

Year be remembered?

I hope to forget it

Someday.