Prisoners of the Storm

A white kitten

given to me
by an elderly
woman
who always
sat in her
garden;
she stank
of
rose-water
and
wisteria.

That night it
stormed and
the kitten
cried.

It got on Daddy’s
nerves, he said, so
he put the kitten
outside
on the porch
in the storm.

The next
morning
I found it
wet and
shivering
where it
had fallen
through a
hole in

the porch.

I wrapped it
in towels

and sat with it
by a heater

and held it
while it

shivered until
it died.

What can I say
to you Daddy,
now as dead
as my kitten?

I did not give
you the honor
of a Son’s
good-bye.

Somehow, I kept
that storm in my
mind

And locked you
into it


(c) Robert Goldstein 2014-2017 All rights reserved

 

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Felicity has an Anxiety Attack

Roger is asleep and Felicity is alone with her thoughts.

This is dangerous for a girl like Felicity.

Questions of identity start bringing her down.

One question leads to another until suddenly nothing
is real.

She lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and tossed her hair
before expelling the smoke.

Is she a good American?

She’s never caused pain without permission;

She’s never killed anyone.  (That guy at Club Uranus was merely stunned.)

Felicity took drag on her cigarette and examined the sleeping Roger:
the corpse like way his mouth falls open when he sleeps.

Her stomach flips and the cigarette makes her sick.

She stubs it out and creeps into bed.

She curls up next to Roger and brings her thumb to her mouth.

These questions of identity are bringing her down;

Is she a good American.

Is she cruel enough?

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 1992-2017 All Rights Reserved

The Innocent

America?

Who are you

now?

Your

Ghettos as

Cruel as

The Warsaw-

Your murders

More sanitized

Than

Mass graves-

Less focused

Than

Kristallnacht

More subtle than

Gas–

A little AIDS here

A little crack there–

They’re crazy!

Not human!

They’re takers!

Not us

Like the killer

Who joins

The

Search for his

Victims

And fakes

Shock

When the

Bodies

Are found —

Death is Life

Greed is God-

America?

Who will have

The courage

To march

You

Through your

Crimes?

 

A Child Under Arrest in the Warsaw Ghetto
A Child Under Arrest in the Warsaw Ghetto

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved

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