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Poem of the moment:
A Reverie (October 1861)
One noonday, at my window in the town,
I saw a sight-saddest that eyes can see-
Young soldiers marching lustily
Unto the wars,
With fifes, and flags in motted pagentry;
While all the porches, walks, and doors
Were rich with ladies cheering royally.
They moved like Juny morning on the wave,
Their hearts were fresh as clover in its prime
(It was the breezy summer time),
Life throbbed so strong,
How should they dream that Death in rosy clime
Would come to thin their shining throng?
Youth Feels immortal, like the gods sublime.
Weeks passed; and at my window, leaving bed,
By night I mused, of easeful sleep bereft,
On those brave boys (Ah War! thy theft);
Some marching feet
Found pause at last by cliffs Potomac cleft;
Wakeful I mused, while in the street
Far footfalls died away till none were left.
âHerman Melville
Capitalist Poem #5
I was at the 7-11.
I ate a burrito.
I drank a Slurpee.
I was tired.
It was late, after workâwashing dishes.
The burrito was good.
I had another.
I did it every day for a week.
I did it every day for a month.
To cook a burrito you tear off the plastic wrapper.
You push button #3 on the microwave.
Burritos are large, small, or medium.
Red or green chili peppers.
Beef or bean or both.
There are 7-11's all across the nation.
On the way out I bought a quart of beer for $1.39.
I was aware of the social injustice
in only the vaguest possible way.
âCampbell McGrath
