Bob Chapel Poems

Who am I? I am an invisible man.
Down to the last day, even the last hour now,
I'm an old man, lonely and unloved,
sick and hurting and tired of living.
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Rats walk away from the cultures of the plague,
burrowing into foodstuff packed on camels;
along far-reaching caravan routes
to the Russian steppes,
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Here with his books, his maps, his empty chair-
I know never a waking hour
without longing,
nor slumber
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Human nature
forged by a million years
of evolutionary pressures
drives us to divide society into groups
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Dedicated to Prof. Bob Chapel, Univ. of Virginia

I googled my name
And what a surprise:
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I think that I shall never write
A poem lovely as a tree.
But, then again, perhaps I might.
This isn't it, as you can see.
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... and he drank of the wine, and
became drunk, and lay uncovered
in his tent.
-Genesis
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