from this week in October, 2006 (I was 61)
What we have we have to give
Greed is a seed that will not
digest
No platitude can survive
the cynical appetite of
gluttony
We eat each other out of
fear
that we will be eaten
What value resides in the
currency of the past
A few collectors pay quaint
dollars
for essays on morality
written a hundred fifty
years ago
when the land on which we
stand
knew no one like us
The dream the adult tries
to realize
is out of date before the
attempted fact
before the bewildered eyes
of his child
to whom the symbolism is
obscure
The context inaccessible
as stilted dialogue from an
old movie
Better to offer the silence
hidden beneath all our
progress
in the depths of a cave or
mineshaft
or under the weight of
water
or within the darkness of
space
unoccupied and un-interpreted
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Aquainted With The Night by Robert Frost
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