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.
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