On a Rainy Day

 

 

                         Severely dressed in a formal coif

                         the girl with breasts bared

                         walks the streets of a Minoan sunset

                         a poor man dies on a rainy day

                         once around a pauper's grave

                         today's right is tomorrow's wrong

                         history tells us

                         shall we know after death

                         what went on before birth?

 

 

                         The hair flies free

                         echoes the sounds of seagull's cries

                         ravages of the storm

                         expose the bones and shells

                         middle class sinners that we are

                         we came naked into this world

                         learned in time to wear pajamas

                         to eat for pleasure  not for life

                         our leader says I would hope

                         astride a wooden horse

 

 

                         The sea batters the land

                         relentless in its purpose

                         vicious  in its resolve

                         a once great love affair

                         that somewhere went astray

 

 

 

                                                      Jack Mashman

                                                      Rev. 1994