Ides of May, Minus Three

[trailertrash]

May
I interject
begins the Taurus season
and true to your birth
you have since
spent your life
so characteristically -
an emigre
wandering aimlessly
a sightseer
shooting the unfamiliar landscape
the bull
loosed in a curiosity shoppe
who, sympathizing with the
down-trodden natives
picks out yet another
historical trinket for his
growing collection of nostalgia -
as if surrounding oneself
with clutter from the past
could somehow alter
the undeniable shape
of things to come.