Empires ~ Charles Simic

My grandmother prophesied the end

Of your empires, O fools!

She was ironing. The radio was on.

The earth trembled beneath our feet.

One of your heroes was giving a speech.

“Monster,” she called him.

There were cheers and gun salutes for the monster.

“I could kill him with my bare hands,”

She announced to me.

There was no need to. They were all

Going to the devil any day now.

“Don’t go blabbering this to anyone,”

She warned me.

And pulled my ear to make sure I understood.


Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

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