Poems Niederngasse
Poems of World War III
Chuck Levenstein

Last Lectures
 
The American death toll mounts,
CNN does not bother with Iraqis lost,
Not on any side, no side at all, just
Walking on a street, buying groceries.
It’s hard to maintain the level of outrage
Warranted, this unending tale
Of imperialism gone amok, money
And power no longer sufficient to explain
Schoolboys with firepower killing and
Killing.  The world is sick of this and,
If it is not, I am.  Columbine.  Kabul.
 
The simple things to do, I do.  I sign
The petitions, send small amounts to
A dozen groups, I would write to my
Congressman but that’s a joke, not only
Because he already agrees, but because
Taking such politics seriously cannot
Be serious.  Democracy is thin as chicken
Soup: a good nonfat diet, cannot support life.
 
Besides, I need not go abroad to search
For imperialism.  The richest society, super-
Power, cannot afford pensions, medical care,
Bridges in good repair, roads without holes,
Schools worth shit, street cleaning, public toilets –
The rich hide behind fences, the poor calm 
Themselves with cheap white bread, grow large
And diabetic.  No need to travel to find
Jails filled to bursting and the prison business
Booming.  Crap movies. Crap food. Crap jobs. 
 
The not so simple things to do:  I say, let’s
Figure them out together.  You in the front row.
I’m too old to lead this discussion.  You, it’s
On you now.  No more whining, no more bullshit.
I’ll help, but you have to lead the way.

Charles Levenstein is a contributing editor for Poems Niederngasse.