Concord(e) Pastich(e)

Hine-MacIver-Jeffes

Yes, it's been a long time
He said with a smile
Looking almost sadly
To where the long grass brushed the sky;
Nothing ever changes
And yet nothing stays the same
Growing older
Day by day

It doesn't seem so long ago
Blind dog was hardly born
We used to run from here to over there...

The empty voice balloon
Hung down from the old man's lips
Snatching a sideways glance
He pulled down the sky
And wrote in cold white paint
"The End"

"Equity" I shouted

"Can't seem to hear you" he murmured