Rather warm
I’m certain
You’d agree
We’ve fiddled around
For far too long
Now everyone
Watches Rome
Everything everywhere
Burning brightly
Needlessly thoroughly
And you and I
We are all Nero
Mindlessly plucking
Strumming humming
Catchy tunes
In our comfy air
Conditioned apocalypse
David Sapp, writer, artist, and professor, lives along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North America. A Pushcart nominee, he was awarded Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Grants for poetry and the visual arts. His poetry and prose appear widely in the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom.
