Thursday, October 21, 2010

Two Poems for United Nations Day

For my Uncle Bill, who didn't live to see it reach retirement age.

1.
It's paradise for translators;
the powerless discuss,
the almighty bows.

The bird of peace alights upon the laurel
and the dogs of war invisible (as they always are)
are in soundproof rooms - we all are
allowed to howl - in blue chairs,
into microphones, to be transcribed
in every language on the earth.

2.
It's getting so one has to be rich
to read the New York Times...

I don't care how embarrassed
the powers-that-be can get
pointing out I'm not a member of their club;
I'll stand my ground.
I'll never stop for them.

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