gershon hepner Poems

With prescience, he sang the about the clash
that faces our uncivil civilizations,
whose differences might lead to nuclear ash
descending from the skies on all the nations.
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Red-lipped lady, lacking a moustache,
no Frida look-alike, although your art
contains, when panned, gold nuggets whose bright flash
intrigue my biventricular bold heart,
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More like a massacre than battle,
old age is when they lead us off
not in a cattle-car like cattle
to slaughter-houses beyond Bahnhof,
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Can’t you see that I should be
your date although I’m old?
Stay with me till I’m eighty-three.
Alone, the world feels cold,
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Resonances I record,
most liberal with my ad libs,
restore from what in youth I’d hoard,
revealing only mere dribs
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When we were young we used to neck,
if British we would snog,
which led to petting, which would wreck
platonic dialogue,
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Eyes, accusing, may demand
attention to their piercing gaze,
more difficult to understand
than visual signals that amaze,
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WHY DO WE HATE THE SUPER-RICH?


Why do we hate the super-rich?
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Saturated dreams
hang in the air,
while two faithful teams
compete in prayer.
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In Katharine’s bathroom Warren Buffet failed
to notice the Picasso, getting wet,
yet saw, and surreptitiously availed
himself, of her shampoo, his profit net.
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