by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
Thursday, December 05, 2002
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They treat Life like some erotic game.
Shaking and junk-sick, minds askew,
They know no splendor.
Most have never had a milkshake,
Much less attended a tea.
The silent nights breed no verse,
For they have not the fertile minds of poets.
Their sleep is mundane--
Barren minds unaware of the clamour
Of trains and screaming sirens.
Copyright © 1998 by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
*previously published as "Life"
Publications: Rolla, MO: Southwinds, Fall 1998
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