Half Its Charm - Poem by David Floren
Big Theodore Roosevelt wasn’t.
Men make themselves woozy with want.
In their greed,
Their greed! Grown tough.
“Even stuffed greed grows fond of growth, ”
Huffs and puffs Selfishness.
Will I let this occur?
If you let this occur am I
Permitted (the Rough Rider wouldn’t) to
Our heritage (our being becomes)
A country of borders of futures.
Of butchers and hoarders
Half-drunk on orders to pig out.
Its meat hangs like chickens in China Town.
Confused with finger-lickin’ good.
By charm might some useful beauty be meant,
But their feckless definition?
Of all useful and beautiful wild things!
All useful and beautiful wild things,
Useful and beautiful wild things
[3-4-04, Berkeley, CA]
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