At the Helm - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

At the Helm

Somber hall,
Air of sanctity,
Robed men enter slowly.

At the helm,
The one with the
Biggest hat.

Instructive incantations,
Solemn reminders of
Established order.

Not officiating,
Nor allowed to,
Women.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer