Garrison

In walls we find comfort:
Even the softly swaying opalescent
Cloth partitition draped between beds
In a ward, as in some comic
Gable and Colbert flick,
Gives us some solace
Barricading sight, if not sound,
Dignity, if not security:
The grey woman in the wheelchair
Clutches her purse over her bare knees
— draw the curtain.

So we huddle behind walls
Secure in our ignorance
While something monstrous happens
Out of sight outside the partitions:
One sneaks bags of gold,
Another diamonds, art, significant organs;
All out of sight off site into the night,
Only to apologize red-faced red-handed
Red-assed when caught and brought in
— draw the curtain.

Outside the walls, someone will
Pasteurize the sunset,
Making lovely muddy hues
We will all love;
Soon Munich, Taj Mahal, Montreal
And MyHomeTown will trade places
And no one will notice behind the walls
— draw the curtain.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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One Response to Garrison

  1. charlie says:

    All of these are so powerful in their intuitions and images, Doug, I find myself inadequate to the requirements of putting down a decent articulate comment. I just want to sit with them for a while and let them steep and do their thing.

    Charlie

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