
Take heed to extra tales on hark
I’m extra at residence in The Previous, need although I’ll
To reside on this lonesome place The Current Second.
I share a stack of magazines with somebody
Who reads the brand new ones from the highest. The underside,
Salted with gilded ephemera, outspent advertisements
And failing or light fads, is simply my meat.
Praying that I don’t blind myself to horrors
I research the Occasions on-line to behold the face
Of fascism and its disregarding hand.
I carry on fascinated by it as I retreat
To scan a house display of my highschool class,
Our posted shades of mortal veils and marrows.
The dialog floats down tunnels of fortune
To the ninth grade, Joe Cittadino expelled
For setting a hearth within the Chattle Constructing attic.
Joe died some time in the past, did individuals realize it?
As a substitute of hiding as all the time earlier than in silent
Anonymity, I enable myself the homely
Civic pleasure of getting one thing to say,
Posting: Joe informed me again then it wasn’t him,
He took the blame to impress a lady, her brother
Was Frankie Quinn who actually set the fireplace.
And thanks, Junior Genovese, for writing:
You might be proper Robert, it was Frankie Quinn.
This poem seems within the June 2025 print version.