AN APOLOGY FOR WANNABES
Not one Apache
in this audience
listening to the
bearded white man
tell stories
about Cochise.
Easy irony? I know,
& some of us are
wearing Geronimo
Homeland Security t-shirts
& yes, all of us
are sweating
like converts trying
to imagine
that shining camp
upon the hill
or a raiding party
trotting down Wall Street.
In this Age
of Irony, let me,
as one of our
political sock puppets
used to say, let me
say this about that-
without us,
the lessons you
learn from history
would be noisy
as a marching band
& empty as a Kleenex box
on the table
outside some senator’s
office door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jefferson, these images a raiding party trotting down Wall Street empty as a Kleenex box on the table outside some senator’s office door are rich(!) and this expression our political sock puppets was another laugh-out-loud one for me. cool! glen