Eight Shorts Poem by Anthony Weir

Eight Shorts



There are now more people
living on the earth than ever died
- though man is the only creature capable of suicide.

*

The greatest mystery
of life for me is not its origin
nor end nor meaning
but people's relentless superficiality.

*

The people who waste the most water
are those who most complain
about rain.
(Taps drip unfixed throughout
vast regions of unceasing drought.)

*

In my Auschwitz
head are five nice Nazis,
four Jewish war-criminals,
three bestial anarchists,
a Jehovah's Witness
and six far-seeing
(and very sexy) Gypsies.

*

What 'Good Sex' Tells Us:
time
is
nothing.

*

The Past:
invented
then lived in

(as far as is convenient) .

*

America:
the paranoid, collective
loneliness of greed.

*

In Nation States
the breadth of human
(and therefore animal)
experience decreases day by day.
And so we blaze our way.

Sunday, May 7, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: america,animal,paranoid,suicide
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