(A poem, with apologies to Robert Burns)
Incessant noisepersistent drillingwhining steelclub, clamourchaos aboundsbuilding order
Skulking from winter’s coves, the blight Marking the unchosen within, uncrossedPlotting cruel conquest, heartless in flightThe…
Bob Granger looked at his plane ticket to check the seat number more out of habit than need. Not that it mattered much when the…