PILGRIMS OF PROGRESS
Coming late after progress
After its story was played out
Its wars all lost
A pilgrim still
Searching in its
Big citadels
For its holy tales and spaces
Its machinery outdated
Clothes tattered,
Things have passed on into
A Post- Age
Yet the horses make their
Appearance
Vying for some safe spaces
No space seem to be safe
With this pandemic
Or perhaps
All spaces are.
Its theories, technology and rhetoric
Didn’t sustain
Progress left its folk tales and fairy tales
Sleuths, policing, fashions
Engineers, television
Every thing gives way to more sophistication
The pilgrims of progress all waiting
For things to pass.