You're Okay, Buddy; You're Gonna be Okay - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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You’re Okay, Buddy; You're Gonna be Okay

 

An encouraging smile is a battle dressing

We apply to the wounds of others

A cigarette while waiting for the dust-off

Within a collapsing perimeter

 

You’re okay, buddy; you're gonna be okay

 

I’m not sure I believe in God anymore

It’s okay, buddy; He believes in you

Oh, God, it hurts; why does He hurt me like this

I need a cigarette / I gave you one

 

You’re okay, buddy; you're gonna be okay

 

It’s so loud; everything’s loud; make it stop

I can’t breathe; why can’t I breathe…oh, God

 

You’re okay, buddy

                                You're gonna be

                                                      Okay…

Choosing Sides at Kursk - poem

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

Choosing Sides at Kursk

At a railway junction great powers meet
To blacken the earth with a generation
Of young musicians, mechanics, physicians
Electricians, farmers, painters, and poets

And the philosopher who loves to fish
Ground into blood and screams and scraps of flesh
By the future which some have seen, and works
For the dress-uniform closed loop of power

So choose a side which is no side; you must
Choose a side choose a side fratricide

                                                               No