« first in “Homecoming”     ‹ previous in “Homecoming”     Contents     next in “Homecoming” ›     first in “Life as art” »

Everybody

“We would rather be ruined than changed
  We would rather die in our dread
  Than climb the cross of the moment
  And let our illusions die.”
    ~ W. H. Auden, Epilog to “The Age of Anxiety” (1948)

Everybody knows
Nobody else
Hangs free and safe in decent cribs
As we of cool know-how and strength
See all others are huddled masses

Everybody knows
Masses show up
Demanding entitlements as sibs
To whom we assign toughest labor
Proud we don’t recognize classes

Everybody knows
A geek’s real worth
Gadgetry security money
Are all we’ll conceivably need
From that shy face behind glasses

Everybody knows
She’s a looker
Long tall cool smart-looking honey
All she’ll conceivably need
Is someone at which to scoff

Everybody knows
When he falls
She’ll give him a kick in the ribs
Then watch with a lingering sneer
As he withdraws quietly off

Everybody knows
The correct mate
For guys on whom none would have dibs
Comes for a fee by mail order
From a world on which problems we doff

Thanks always returns

« first in “Homecoming”     ‹ previous in “Homecoming”     Contents     next in “Homecoming” ›     first in “Life as art” »

Copyright © 2013 Thanks always returns