Sunday, September 27, 2020

To a Ball-Cap Commando Wearing his Semi-Automatic Albatross

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

 

To a Ball-Cap Commando Wearing his Semi-Automatic Albatross

 

Instead of the cross, the albatross
About my neck was hung

 

-Coleridge, Rime of the Ancient Mariner

 

An albatross seems hung from around your neck

Or maybe you are hugging it to your heart

That steel and plastic engine of death-tech

That seductive vanity of satanic art

 

Where are you strutting with your deadly toy?

Why are you posing like a comic-book commando?

Oh, be a man, and not a dullard boy

You’re ‘way too old to play at G.I. Joe

 

There’s anger enough, and no more hate to give -

That albatross: get rid of it

                                                            and live

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