EJ Hudak Poems 10 - 12

Interstate Packing & Rendering Co.

Mark is dead

he died in a 
highspeed
head-on
CRASH
driving a piece
of high-powered
GM
tin

And when
they separated
flesh & blood
from metal & crud
there was nothing
left
of him

***

Two Olives

When I am left alone to ponder
to dream & waft
& my muse to wander
I can come up 
with such rational reasons
& excuses for me
being
here
but rush me
with idle & mindless
cocktail chatter
& I might agree
quite pragmatically
that it was a careless error
on the part of a passionate Creator,
so why discuss the matter?

***

Selective Sacrifice

Sorry son
You’ve got to go
Times have changed
Didn’t you know
The beast is hungry
And he must be fed
And boys like you
Must spill the red
It’s your price to pay
To live in this land
Nothing personal, you understand
Here’s your papers, sign them all
You must respond
When Detroit calls
Take up the flag
Take up the gun
Sandstones waiting if you run
I’m sorry son
But you’ve got to go
Times have changed
Didn’t you know?

E.J. Hudak ca. 1969
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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