In HEB
That great Mecca for us all
A black T-shirt read:
“KEEP CALM
AND GET
YOUR
SILVER
AND
BLACK
ON”
I bought it.
Between bites of yogurt
Wrote these lines
That count for little
In the great city
But yet
Count for something
A molecule working
(Perhaps molecule is too grandiose)
An atom working
To help the hope
Of victory
For all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem