Wednesday, August 5, 2020

But He Had a Pre-Existing Condition - poem

Lawrence Hall
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But He Had a Pre-Existing Condition

Foul smoke, yellow and sour from rubbish fires
Spasms like a snake with a broken back
Twisting among our crumbling Qumran caves
Wherein our scrollies might someday be found

Rumors as well as smoke patrol our roads
Each contradicting the other with absolutes
The eternal verities of this hour
Which must be obeyed until they must not

The death of your friend is irrelevant:
He had a pre-existing condition

It is what it is

2 comments:

Verlie Burroughs said...

Bloody hell.

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Robert D. Kaplan, in BALKAN GHOSTS (1994), quotes a Serbian as saying, "You Americans don't know what it's like to be ruled by peasants."

Oh, yes, we do.