Poem

salasin37 R. Salasin Only one day you notice you've been wandering Europe for two thousand years and everyone is tired of you. Today was marked by moderate to heavy trading on the New York stock exchange, people leaping out of windows holding their life savings in mattresses in the worst sweat-shop disaster of the century. All those seagulls wheeling over the garbage of high art. And will come a time when this long silence seems a paradise and survivors envy the dead. Actually, he's no better than a low-level functionary standing in a cloth coat and wet shoes. This is what I used to do for a living: I used to go to the office every day and drink a lot of coffee. Sometimes I talk briefly on the telephone. Mister, I said, let me put you into business for yourself in only five days. For you they are the flesh and spur of memory, for me they're trash. I can be honest if you watch me very closely. All the vasty skyline is a monument to socialism. ...