Bulletin from My Nursing Home
My world both shrinks and grows.
One day, a glorious god’s-ray
aimed directly at my heart;
then a declining, dying Dodo.
Little brown birds peck on my deck.
A Flicker steals their seed.
Another country bombed by robots.
A man-god waves at cheering crowds.
The “Defense” budget soars.
My masked keeper delivers my food....