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Its machinery outdated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.