Four poems

By Jack Brummet

A touch of evil

Darkness, after having been eliminated,
furtively obtrudes again.

Does the wind blow over the earth
or does it blow under heaven?
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Mission Statement

You don't need to see
A discounted cash flow analysis.

You only need to know
If the right people are in your pocket,

And, if not, whom should be bought off,
Scared off, or bumped off?
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"I contain multitudes"

We all have a platoon
Of partly-contained

Spooky and multiple personalities
Ready to burst

From the confines
Of our clown car.
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We need to put our fingers in the dike

I mostly believe otherwise,
But on a bad news day,

It's like we're not all in this together,

That we are just the latest revision

Of a complex species
Drawn together in a social order 

That masks our genetic disposition
And puts the lie to any notion

Of compassion, altruism, and love.
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