Thursday, November 16, 2017

A Way, Awhile

When winter came, they were not ready. No
One is. And though they'd seen it all before,
They never thought of winter any more.
That time had gone, and no one heard it go.
What did they have? A leaf or two to show

Succeeding generations, who would smile
And think how quaint the Old Ones were, who never
Took off their clothes or painted something clever
Or died for love or died for peace, whose style
Was okay in its time, away, a while.

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Dead Grandpa in Tomorrowland

Dead Grandpa is considering rebirth.
A china pig or Cleopatra’s nose
would do, but all his latest friends are here
and do not want to look like nematodes
in search of a savant, nor weeds and rocks.
He had a date tonight. If she would be
a pagan suckled in Tibetan hills,
maybe he’d go for gold. Or porphyry.
A statue of a statue in the rain,
at least until he’d smartened up a bit.