[lit-ideas] Thursday Poem
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "Lit-Ideas " <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 11:30:33 -0700
Tea
He set it up but then
The others moved in,
Stronger, more ruthless,
Picking and choosing
Amongst his ideals
As though they were
Oranges in a bin -
Finally dumping them
Entirely when pretense
Was no longer required.
I met him in New York City
Two years before his death.
He was already pale
And wraith-like
As though his life
Had been sucked out
Leaving him weak
And breathless. He spoke
Of the Baath and all
His good intentions.
I made him tea and listened.
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