The Last Election

The Last Election

Suppose there are no returns,
and the candidates, one by one,
drop off the polls,
as the voters turn away,
each to his inner persuasion.

The fontrunners, the dark horses,
begin to look elsewhere,
and even the President admits
he has nothing new to say;
it is best to be silent now.

No more conventions, no donors,
no more hats in the ring;
no ghost-written speeches,
no promises we always knew
were never meant to be kept.

And something like the truth,
or what we knew by that name-
that for which no corporate
sponsor was ever offered-
takes hold in the public mind.
Each subdued and thoughtful
citizen closes his door,
turns off the news. He opens a book,
speaks quietly to his children,
begins to live once more.

John Haines

I really liked your poem Bonefish. In fact, I enjoy reading poetry, short stories and jokes. I dont have the creative part of the brain to do this but I love to read them. Keep them coming to all you talented folks that can write them.:)