Elan At A Fast Food Window Poem by Bill Grace

Elan At A Fast Food Window

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If it is true the 'fast food' is alive but killing me
so let it be,
but I can not help mourn dead humanity.
Who while looking alive are in reality quite dead
lacking what the French call elan vitale.
It came to me this evening at a fast food window
the kids were alive but dead,
I grieve and write this poem instead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 11 May 2022

Quite a sad but true contemporary vision.

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Sandra Feldman 11 May 2022

Well done! uite a contemporary

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