Held as if by air
The arch falls toward
Itself in a perpetual dare
Against gravity’s weight,
Transforming that burden
Into its own stout might.
Would that democracy learned
From such converse strength.
So, backbone to backbone, barred
Over emptiness, iron will
Of truth might defy the
Abyss of political ills.
A wonderful poem that makes its point without pressure or contrivance. x