(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) On Secretaries of State: Falling from Grace by Brice U. Lawseed Across the World in India, while touring for her book, the former Secretary Clinton, trying to look cool, upon the steps of Jahaz Mahal palace in Mandu, slipped on the stony steps, not once, but twice, and saved twice too. She gave her litany of reasons why she did not win, and, too, a diatribe against the country once again. Warned by the chief of staff to halt his trip to Africa, Rex Tillerson received a tweet that he was to be sacked. The Texan oil executive, unliked by Dems and Press, was tossed by Prez just after he was back in the US. "I'll now return to private life...a private citizen... proud of the opportunity to serve my country." End. Brice U. Lawseed is a poet of DC and its environs, of politics and law. Bodies: The Exhibition by Lu "Reed ABCs" Wei "The Exhibition: Bodies" opened in 2005, from Albuquerque to Zagreb, around the globe it's live: Atlanta, Georgia, business Premier Exhibitions Inc. displays cadavers it receives from China's Dalian. Concerns about the provenance of bodies issues forth, particularly tortured Falun Gong practitioners. Last year in 2017, in Czech Republic, Prague, four doctors and four NPOs, called for consentu'l logs, which not forthcoming, favoured banning the exhibits shown, along with bodies buried, though no thing has yet been done. Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei is a poet of China. The William Tell Overture by Rossini by Ewald E. Eisbruc Rossini's operatic overture to "William Tell" begins at dawn, a tranquil prelude on an alpine hill, as if the Sun is shining in E-major cello lows accompanied by double basses, mellow tremolos; until the cloudy storm appears, E-minor violence, and hits in frenzied, vigourous viola-violins, there punctuated by the winds, flutes, oboes, clarinets, and more, a bass drum, French horns, tombones and a trumpet's threat. Ah, then, clear skies return to G, a calling to the cows, the wistful, alternating cor anglais and flute arouse; the lovely melody arises upward to the skies, the meadow touched by happiness, pastoral, peaceful eyes; until E-major hits, like as a revolution loosed, and galloping across the hills the pace is raced and juiced; full orchestra with trumpet herald runs across the land, one sensing one has come upon the soul of Switzerland. Ewald E. Eisbruc is a poet and literary critic of Central European music. On Falling Trees: March 2, 2018 by Usa A. Celebride A fierce Nor'easter knocked out power, flooding East Coast streets, and toppled down an old Canadian spruce-hemlock tree, that had been planted back in the late 18th century upon George Washington's Mount Vernon landscaped property. As well another tree that overlooked the tomb fell too, the lost Virginia cedar dropped within the windy brew, beside the low, obscure brick vault, where ivy vine leaves dew, a plain and modest, unassuming, ordinary view. Americans, it seems, pay less attention to their past. Heroic leaders once they're dead and buried vanish fast. For after all, it isn't walls or trees in spaces cast, but something more intangible, a nation hopes will last. Usa W. Celebride is a poet of America, who loves the USA.