Saturday, March 5, 2016
Not a Good Comrade - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
Not a Good Comrade
No man is free if he gives up himself
And disappears into sad howlingness
Subsumed in sinking, shrieking subservience
Thrall-teed in the overseer’s livery
A label on a shabby baseball cap
A programmed pixel smeared across a screen
A rusty caltrop cast into the road
A shifted pea under a shuffled thimble
As crowd, as mass, as demographic noise -
No man is free if he yields up himself
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