Lawrence Beck Poems
- Harambe The child fell from far above. The ape, Harambe, ...
- Goodnight Twilights come, the earth's and mine, The ancient...
- A Year And A Half In 23 Lines -new- She chattered at me madly then,...
- Lake Sylvia The clouds draw down into the branches Of the ...
- Gray Dawn The storm came in the night, and, in this Early ...
- (the Other) Saint Lawrence Like some sainted monk whose ...
- A Bigger, Better World Someone else holds her within his ...
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The child fell from far above.
The ape, Harambe, looked at him,
Unsettled. All the years of being
Trapped inside his prison cell,
Of being bored to worse than
Death as apes of other sorts appeared
Beyond the wall to leer at him.
At night, sometimes, when they
Were gone, he'd stare up at the
Sky and see the stars, and wonder
If there was another ape, a greater
Being, who had lit the sky that
Way, and who, for reasons
Unexplained, had cast an awful
Curse on him, a prisoner, a
Dark-skinned slave. The child
Fell. He reached to grab it, ...