On Graduates In the Unemployment Line

Go out and get it we told them And I have seen mothers wringing leaves for tears of tea I have seen fathers striking stone And cursing the prophecy of water from the rock And I have seen them day after day like sheep Staffed and rodded into an obedient flock Defering Saturday matinees and Sunday evening games Taking solace only at the edge of flesh The new pilgrimage of the driven age of youth But it did not deter the goal we set The balloon of dream in their head That their new skill and competency will us richer And that for that we will sit as family laugh Like days too old now to remember And after the strain For balm the fractured cohesion falls apart Family like glass splinters in the heart I read about, know about it, felt it like the hammer at my grave But we cannot deny that despite all They went out to get it But cannot come again. In libraries whispering smothered discontent On facebook drinking the anesthtettic of spurious arguments The heart tweets, and tweets The disparaging malajustment of the world No vacancy sign littering our babel trembling Where are they to work What shall we do with all this genius Stagering from place to place? I went out with them until I was old I am returned again to build With them, but instead collapsed into a discourse with our eyes We meet the wasteland face to face.