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Slow Freight to Regret

If you think you won’t be whole
Until you’ve given yourself
With sisters and brothers
In faith to some glory or other,
Take care in choosing your cause,
Lest you and your mates end up
Anointed by snake oil,
Dislocated from decency,
Riding a slow freight to regret.


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.