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Scar  black scar

the artist’s  long

black  scar

symbol

in   the earth

of the rip

in    the body human

payment

in    flesh      all wars

are economic

the cost

charged     the poor

black

the  blood  of Danny

long since

blackened

dried and caked

oh Danny boy

who    is no more

he     whom I loved

and he     whom they loved

the Ebert’s older son

remember him

he played a drum

the paper boy on Linden

I Apologize

to my precious elders;

the valuable ones,

those thick-fleshed

indestructible Jews

I have known,

those who

endured; those who

had the clenched tooth

grit to flee before

the ovens were lit,

those –bergs and –steins

and –skis

those tailors artists bakers

peddlers scholars music-makers

who did not become the incinerated trash of Europe:

My own people, once stalwart as the stars,

must now weep as we, their stunning progeny,

disappear like shadows

into the cracked cement of sweet America

our brainless heads sucked under the white foam,

merging, whistling, forgetting, drowning, dancing,

no lessons learned, refusing to keep anything.

I named him Random because that is

what I’ve learned,

all I am sure of.

Other matters

on the matter of this life:

it is short and easily wasted

searching to assign meaning.

Take some revenge—

But no endings by opposition!

Live it up! Try dancing!

Once said lively little Katherine Murray—

She had found Arthur, and wisdom.

To my Random I add,

Find one, just one, other willing animal.

Eat, drink, kiss, make love

if you can

while you can

still follow the bouncing light,

still savor the sweet chocolatey dark.

Learn well exactly

all you’ve really got

is the moment.

Judith R. Robinson

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