My eyes move along the words as two dead fish
Would bump along the river bottom: utterly
Uncomprehending. Earthquakes help the Turks
To kill off Kurds. The dollar's gaining ground.
The president is contradicting his most recent
Contradiction. Minions of the oligarchs
Are fanning out before the sun has risen,
Stuffing envelopes of cash into our legislators'
Pockets. Five fine men in robes (they're black
These days; the riffraff still wear white) oppress
The needy ever further, sternly pounding
With their gavel. Shrugs; that's how the world
Works. Nobody's heating up the tar. The feathers
Are in bags. My fish eyes bump past such rocks
Unseeing. How much can I care? The one I want
Is far away, so far I cannot hope to see her.
I can do no more than this: pretend to read
While wishing she was near.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-13 at 14:00

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The world we live in is upside down. Nothing makes much sense, so you might as well keep on wishing for her to be near. I enjoyed your descriptions of the news.

The world seems to be crumbling while the speaker in the poem laments for his long lost lover. Pretending she was near, he reads the words, his eyes are like two dead fish bumping along the river bottom.

I like this imagery very much. One of your fine works, Larry.