Peak Oil

Peak Oil


We read about the old dying
from the cold. Fifteen days later

there was no food.
When it happened a third time

politicians got mobbed on the streets.
As if law makers could keep away cardinals

perched on the outstretched arms
of concrete scarecrows.


© Sergio A. Ortiz 2008

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