The Oil Age

Underlies

The fabric

Of our lives



Drives politics

Consumes media

Delivers fresh meat



Cod livers on platters

The spleens mixed beans

Maybe they’ll save my brain



Just who was leading the parade

As it swept up lies filling in blanks

Causing an erosion of powerful words



Like a mighty wave we were thrust along

Dumbed down to grade school level we vote

Not with our minds but with the sadness of blues

Buddy Bensey

Is death more mysterious than birth?

After birth we all thought less and less

About where we had come from and why.



You were a pillar of strength an existentialist

Enlisting in the Navy you returned

Ready for anything needed.



You cut and stacked some wood for the future

And sure enough you built a home out of it

Designed to your exacting specifications.



I will never forget your many merit badges still

Stapled to their official Boy Scout papers

‘Cause you had no need for them.



Every time I met you I felt the power contained

Like that of my own father you were capable

Honorable and served your country well.



How can I believe your death is the end of light

More than I believe your birth was the start

To all that you made out of a lifetime.