Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Dirt Eaters

for Brenda and Conrad

No one was the wiser
How much blood
There would be

No one seemed to care
Given to stenches
They can’t see

Offshore we must find
A means that is
Pure to gather again

We must shove dirt
In our mouth until
We taste blood

That blood occulted
Like the 5% who
Took all the wealth

In the meantime
There will be new
Uses in this eating

Of dirt this new re
membering which must
Remain our meaning.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thom, it's Romalyn Schmaltz from 7 years past at SUNY. You crossed my mind today as I thought about that pub on Rhode Island Street and decided to look you up.

Wasn't hard as I thought it might be. The world is seven years faster, after all.

I'd love to talk to you more: