George Murdock

The Terminator - Poem by George Murdock

“I too am an immigrant’ he stated
when I came to Ameri ka
I had nothing “
He paused and sucked in air
adjusted the priceless tie at his bobbling apple
recommenced in his broken English
in the splendorous works
of a German Argonaut camera
“I want to forge a future in Kaleefornia”
he said with his square metal jaw
flexing at its hinge
and in that moment he was from Austria
standing on the frozen apron of a platform
where broken humans filed from trains
below him
with crossed arms holding shopping bags
or condemned children
and he swatted at them mentally
with a horse switch at his thigh
But the ones he addressed now
were not doomed peasants
or whitehaired bespectled rabbis
they were the trustees
the base of a ruthless corp
which should have been garbed
in black shirts and berets
and polished black jump boots
instead they wore Armani tailored suits
and sequined gowns and diamond tiaras
Prada shoes, sipped mixed drinks
and the waiter who hurried among them
had little time to listen or for that matter
“ Ve have to gard owe borders” said the terminator
and I thought

Comments about The Terminator by George Murdock

  • Patti Masterman (7/28/2007 10:24:00 PM)

    This is great, George. Such a lot of meanings in here too.
    The title should have clued me in immediately but sometimes
    I am a bit slow on the uptake! Very brilliant indeed.

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  • Hugh Cobb (12/19/2005 7:28:00 PM)

    Mr. Murdock:

    'How dare you critize the Gover-Nator, after all, he wants to be President just like Bush! '

    My comment is in the spirit of the poem, I hope, and is firmly tongue in cheek. A direct and ballsy look at the state and emptiness of our political landscape.

    A joyous holiday season to you,


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  • Charles Chaim Wax (12/19/2005 5:27:00 AM)

    a wonderful poem
    not many here
    which look at the rich
    and comment on the rich
    and understand the rich
    but this clear eyed poem
    goes straight on
    a fine poem

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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