Lawrence Beck Poems
- Good News, Citizen There was no flood, they tell us ...
- Nearly Perfect The world's gone green, in spite of my ...
- Queen Anne Hill Creatures of our twilit time, we sit ...
- Samsa And Delilah A cockroach came, a wretched thing, ...
- Permanently Partitioned Okay. At last, I understand That ...
- My Trade I stand outside the cancer center, smoking, At my ...
- Russell's Table I age. I ache. I find it hard to ...
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I age. I ache. I find it hard to summon
Much enthusiasm for the future, or the
Present. Does this mean that I am
Headed for a seat at Russell's table,
Nodding with the other grumps to
Claims the world's gone to hell?
"It started with the blacks, you know.
They never really had it bad, but
Now they ask for everything, " "and
Women think they want to work.
They don't raise children anymore, "
"And people from around the world,
Wearing turbans, sticking to the
Languages which no one knows,
Come here to take the better ...