I have avoided the news today. I have no idea what has gone on in the world. Don't know if Donald Trump has insulted any other world leader, banned any other group of people from entering the country, or written any other Executive Order which violates the Constitution of the United States. I needed a break.
Of course, I have the luxury of taking a break. Other people do not. That's the problem.
Saint Marty has a poem for our time this evening.
A Mirror for the Twentieth Century
A coffin that wears the face of a child,
written inside the guts of a crow,
a beast trudging forward holding a flower,
breathing inside the lungs of a madman.
This is it.
This is the twentieth century.