The Lost Children # 29 - 34 Poem by GORDON GILHULY

29
tonight there are so
many young ones - the room has
a new energy

30
sweat, gas, fear, anger -
these are the smells that fill up
my seven hours

31
he is tall, quiet
dignified and fifty-five -
where are his children

32
you tell me that you
enjoy poetry; that your
life is non-fiction

33
you come here alone,
eat alone - do grandchildren
somewhere long for you

34
you frown as you read
this, but such degradation
knows no dignity