Did you mean, dear daughters,
it’s the best that I can do?
I leave it to you to play
wild goose chase.
We’re all alone
trying to make a detailed profile;
after 40 years I question
the protective wild goose chase,
dear epiphany fought in
the war on terror,
advertising photographs published.
You face the antisocial suicidal legacies
of our protection against natural disasters,
certain frequencies and harmonic overtones
which rose to the heavens without ozone protection
looking like a mad dog chasing its tail.