Shawn L. Bird

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poem- prep July 14, 2018

Beneath a cloudless blue sky

I feel the storm coming,

black clouds gathering.

Could they reflect black shirts?

I ponder,

seriously,

if I should be building false walls

to hide those who will be escaping tyranny.

I wonder,

if I am far enough from a border to avoid

occupation.

A century ago,

they didn’t understand the signs,

but now we do.

Those who read are the first removed

when the evil rises.

Do all those kids who demanded,

“Why do we have to learn this?”

remember that their teachers said,

“So you’ll see the signs.”

“So it will never happen again.”

“Remember, they elected Hitler;

“they heiled and fell for his lies,

“because they wanted to believe their superiority,

“wanted a scapegoat for their troubles.”

There can be no excuses.

Shall I buy bricks or drywall?

Where will I construct false bottoms?

Where will we hide in the resulting rubble,

when the jack boots stomp through?

Another cristelnacht, this time in New York?

The hammock swings its consolation:

It can’t happen here.

It won’t happen here.

How many said those words a century

ago?

How many grew to knowing the meaning

of fear?

 

poem-geese August 7, 2016

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The temperature has soared;

crowds gather  on the lake

for another hot summer day,

but early this morning

I heard the geese leaving,

portents of autumn on the wind.

 

 

 

poem-you know July 22, 2015

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She told you, didn’t she?

You saw it in her eyes and the set of her lips.

She had expectations,

and you, generally so sensible to duty,

ignored overt and covert messages,

and carried on blithely

as steam gathered in her head and shot out her ears

in silent reprobation.

Then you shrugged your shoulders, quirked your eyebrows,

and said, “What?” with a tone that flipped all switches of her self-control

and you were astonished at the explosion of emotion

thus released.

She told you.  Why weren’t you listening?

 

 
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