Salvation Poem by gershon hepner

Looking to another for salvation
is bad faith, Sartre thought, as did de Beauvoir.
They tried to find this in the Finland Station,
friendly towards Lenin, and although joie
de vivre animated their liaisons
when Sartre told Simone to share each partner,
the heart, which Pascal said, has got its raisons,
explains the whore in him and tart in her.

The French for her was “Castor, ” which means “Beaver, ”
most apposite because she loved to spread
her legs for him and then, as wide receiver,
laid ladies that she’d caught upon his bed.
As goose she laid, then let her gander in,
and then they both salaciously discussed
their conquest, while she wrote Les Mandarins,
and he in Stalin showed undying trust.

12/11/05