The Power and the Glorious

(the seamless movement of governmental responsibility).

Thus it shifts, unseen,
a gentle breathing out
warm words leave on a draught
a hum no more than that.

From man to woman
no sign given or expected, just
cold passion and bitter handshakes,
it is expected, nought else will do.

Fine intentions arrive muscles tensed,
disappointment mops its perspiring brow,
those nearest think hardest, to dance
and hotch closer to the fire.

Furrowed eyes around the world look on,
dice are tossed, cards are lain
influence masquerades as grains of sand
to spill through pocket holes.

The deck is scrubbed,
the rudder firm.

© Graham Sherwood 07/2016