Embroidered

There has been no destruction,
Of a pattern...
As believed and discussed.
A quilting of pieces,
More diverse of fabric...
Has been thrusted upon us.

An intentional knitting,
Slowly contrived...
Begins a uniting,
Of a concept.
Sewn from end to end,
As to not recognize a division.
To eliminate all borders,
Once there but soon will be...
Fitting snuggly side by side.

Dry your eyes.
Don't cry!

The shredding of pieces,
Have been deliberately torn.
To diminish the expense,
Of separate ideals...
Old and worn.

And a frame this very minute,
Is being constructed to have us all fit in it.
To surround with re-enforcement.
For that 'oneness' to appeal.
With just one 'curator'...
To dictate the mounting of it.
With a monitoring felt that is real.
And a giving of one focus...
That will exist.
Ensuring a neat fit...
Free of imperfection.

'Very interesting.
And how will this been accomplished? '

With extreme stategy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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