Not To Last
I survived the 60’s,
can I ask the same of you…
With soul in tact, my body wracked,
and conscience split in two
My parents now have I become,
these days of future past
With bloodshot eyes and memory owned
—by that decade not to last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
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