The death of the empire wasn’t difficult
to record. The 6 o’clock news ended
with the usual uplifting bit, a disabled
veteran got a medal….
a night in a bunker when we were
kids in fatigues getting high
listening to Hendrix and the cassette stops
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
I asked my grandmother after he left what was wrong with him. “The war,” she said acidly.
I heard the history
of the Huberman Stradivarius
how it was stolen and painted
with shoe polish to hide it
If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.
One evening, as the monks sang and played the harp, Caedmon slipped away. He knew no songs. Thus embarrassed, he spent the night sleeping with the animals. In his dream, “someone”, Bede says, approached Caedmon, and asked him to sing of the beginning of all things.