“Tough Times in Vernal City“
Sol had been
“On vacation”
Mr. White had muscled in,
Ice in his veins,
Gripped the whole territory,
Kept things cool.
Now Sol was back,
Packing heat.
Ice melts.
Bye bye, Mr. White.
The ripe smell of festering rot rises.
The aroma of opportunity
for every vicious cannibal
or carnivore
Willing to contest
for a piece of the action
I watch
the turf wars spring
wide open
Survival of the fittest
Mixed with luck
And meddling.
The old and the weak
Step to the plate
one last time
And are struck down
Those not ready
Don’t get a second chance
To contend
Sol, who set it all in motion
Just hovers over the battleground
Adding fuel to the fire
until it all comes to a fiery finish.
Me.
I’m just the clean up crew,
A cross between a cop and a coroner
Committed to keeping some order
amidst the chaos
but mostly
just carting away the evidence.
Some day
They’ll cart me away too.
Sol giveth
and Sol
taketh away