Bob and Alex Eichen
Bob and Alex Eichen Poems
I'd appreciate the angel more
If she'd stolen the memory with the man.
I can just see-
No distant glares at our places;
The pallisades and tennis courts,
The road at 3 AM.
No blood drawn lip at pictures,
No pounding on the mirror.
A shadow space of air at every anger...
A look-away at every laugh...
In place of memory, a sunlit lake-
A time I stood in thought...
With no idea of what was lost forever.
(This poem was written by Alexander Eichen)
The Warrior Fool
A warrior sat on a mountain of skulls,
after a bloody great war.
He looked all around for someone to kill,
his body was battered and sore.
He saw one foe left, as war torn as he,
perched on a vast pile of arms.
'I cut off their arms, ' the warrior said,
'For then they can do me no harm.'
'Your pile is bigger than mine, ' said the first,