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Twenty-Two Early Poems - 7. fused
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Poem No. 19
The hypocrites' mandatory cry
I don’t know which is worse
the use of God's name being perversed
or fools, their soul to buy
The stamping of people in need
their only sin, being who they are
a mark to wear like a Nazi star
too tragic to think, yet we must heed
Soviet tanks poised in our mind
ready to destroy at any wince
with missiles there to convey the hints
that men be free wherever one's to find
Men destroying other men
for the name of a piece of land
which is as futile as a bound hand
only through life with each other do we understand
that this is not a game
or a huge cheap circus
it is our chance to give purpose
to who shall never see peace the same
Today I watched the evening news
to see what things were done
on Earth by people with guns
March 24th, 1987, how things fused.
Poem No. 20
We enter this world naked and alone
and are expected to leave it
Clothed and befriended.
We come into the world naked and screaming
and are expected to leave it
Clothed and silently.
Naked and alone
naked and screaming
Clothed and befriended
clothed and silently
Is that all life can be reduced to?
Super Inn Heaven[1]
Poem No. 20a
How do you inspire tea-flavored water –
How do you make it know the power of knowledge?
In a sense, it's meaningless slaughter
not to inspire tea-flavored water.
Poem No. 21
Ode to Hate
I hate hope
it's for the birds
I hate hope
in other words
Pass the rope.
Hope nullifies the mind
to love every new day
Which makes all very blind
to the pain that is April through May
Look, there's no hope to find.
I hate hope
it's for the birds
I hate hope
in other words
Call the Pope.
Poem No. 22
Of sweetened gloom that wraps the trees,
Changing their cloak to fiery leaves,
Coldness plants his death-bearing seeds,
Which cling to life for his Mother's needs.
Sweet surrender of death, un-flowered,
That life's fiery spring hath sown,
His greatest fear to be left alone,
Thrust is he into the great unknown.
Of tremendous injustice done,
To one, to him, to all, to none,
To move for the new that has begun,
For all need the warmth of the newborn sun.
The new word
(For my friend, Saleh Abu-Gharbieh; I miss you)[2]
[1] The title is a sardonic reference to the heavenly nightclub in the concluding scene of the 1983 Monty Python film The Meaning of Life.
[2] Original inscription from the time the poem was written to one of my dorm roommates who had transferred to school in Chicago.
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