[lit-ideas] Thursday Poem

  • From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "Lit-Ideas " <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 11:30:33 -0700




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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