Well, we die whether we stay together or fall apart. Finally the world goes on its way without us. The most scourge-like name alive today will one day be spoken seldom if at all. To what purpose this sighing and raging? To what purpose this pain?The poem is especially piquant in the wake of last night’s unpresidential debate—or presidential undebate. (Just read the poem!) Thanks as well to James Penha, editor of The New Verse News, for continuing to bring poetry into the public square.