Comments about Lawrence Beck
The sun's excused itself to let me brood alone
In twilight, wondering why the waters of indifference
Rise with every passing year, submerging much
I cared about.A continent has disappeared.
An archipelago of widely separated cares remains:
My children and my daughter's baby, my wife, who's
Long suffering, my motorcycle, not much more.
The house, the yard, the job, the god-damned
Nation, all are under water.None of them