6 o'clock news!
the mystery has been stabbed
in
the
back.
silence is no longer
GOLDEN.
the goose laid an ordinary egg.
words were expected
containing
some
semblance
of
refined
wisdom.
'a drink of water, '
he
asked
of
the
interviewer.
nothing less.
nothing more.
he is one of us
after
all.
bummer.
(4-28-1983)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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