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The Several Olympic Committees
Sewerage, filth, top-scum, toxins, debris
Deadly bacteria, openly-floating poo
The pollution of the ages flowing free –
(They say the River Seine’s in bad shape too)
Newspaper columns not published in any newspaper (and there's probably a reason for that)
Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Several Olympic Committees
Sewerage, filth, top-scum, toxins, debris
Deadly bacteria, openly-floating poo
The pollution of the ages flowing free –
(They say the River Seine’s in bad shape too)
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A Small-Minded Man
Oh, yes, I am a very small-minded
man
Whose horizon stops at the
apple trees
Whose vision is much upon
the little things:
A tiny snail upon a
pepper-plant leaf
A placid rabbit nibbling
at the lawn
A squirrel feasting on his
daily grains and seeds
A bluebird shyly hiding among
the oaks
A mockingbird mocking all
the rest of us
No grand visions for me; I
will not leave
Small villages of dead bodies
and wicked smoke
The rotting bodies of children
and animals
Cratered cities of bomb-blackened
ruins and stench
I promote no world-changing
master plan -
Deo Gratias, I am a very small-minded man
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Playing the Hitler Card
We say we would never play that card
But we see that it has been played
It lies upon the table before us -
And whose febrile hand placed it there?
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A Mildly Amusing Repudiation of the Concept of Entropy
For poetry too is a little
incarnation.
-C. S. Lewis, Reflections on the
Psalms
All that ever was, that
is, that ever will be -
All is from God, and will
return to God
As elegant iambic
pentameter
(Okay, maybe tetrameter)
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The Olympics as Imagined by John Milton
On the anniversary of the martyrdom of
Father Jacques Hamel
The Olympics this year seem demon-haunted -
Christians, Jews, and amateur sports not wanted
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On Being a Still Life Today
No outside duties have
called me away today
And so I have become a still
life entitled “Ennui”
Or perhaps “Weltschmerz
with a Pet Dog”
Two dogs, actually, and
they have napped the hours
The rain has fallen day
after day after day
A parallel to the Ancient
Mariner’s sun
Tree frogs cling to the
algae-green window panes
As if they too have lost
interest in life
Even so
With my little world all
rainy and grey
I am happy to be a still
life today
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In Memoriam – Ayden Rose
Eternal rest, O Lord, grant unto your daughter
Ayden Rose
and make perpetual Light to shine upon her
Ayden was a neat, funny kid in my 9:00 o’clock class
Hard-working and smart, and more than a little bit saucy
As eighteen-year-olds are supposed to be
She grew up to be a triple-threat teacher and coach
And on Monday night some hero shot her in the back
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