Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Eight Shorts - Poem by Anthony Weir

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:


The Past:
then lived in

(as far as is convenient) .


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.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 7, 2006

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