To Life (full colour version)

To Life!

 

I met Solly today,

he wore a ‘not here’ grin,

a battered fedora,

flapping loose in the wind

a threadbare three-piece suit-

no kippah no tzitzit,

 

He’d lost a lot of weight,

‘Are you feeling alright?’

‘Do I know you?  Will you

spare me a cigarette?

I’ve seen far worse than this.’

 

‘The meshuggah’s lost it’

 

His feet were raw, bleeding.

‘What’s happened to your shoes?’

A scratched head. A vague wave.

‘Shoes? Must’ve lost them. Smoke?’

I lit two Craven A’s -

a satisfying draw.

 

‘In the cool of the day.

The Lord strolled the garden’

 

King David danced before

the ox cart burdened with

the Ark from Babylon.

 

Sol scampered away in

drain-soaked turn-ups. Shalom.

 

A brutal coughing fit:

Sol doubled hawking blood,

wiped his mouth... glided on.

 

I called out, ‘Mazel tov.’

 

A cheery wave, ‘L’chaim!’

 

 

 

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Comments

Rick

Tue 18th Dec 2018 12:04

Thanks, Alan - we can do nowt about the end of civilisation but smile, reflect and hopefully awaken people to the hole they're already in ?

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Alan Travis Braddock

Mon 17th Dec 2018 13:48

Nice one Rick. Makes me think "..what am I doing about the wreckage of our civilisation?" but "what CAN I do?" is the next question, as always.
P.S. just read your 'Crossing Holderness' poem, I'm new to WOL and haven't read you before. Good, keep it going!

Rick

Fri 14th Dec 2018 15:11

Here I decided to make the 'hero' a holocaust survivor ' l'chaim' is a Jewish toast - the idea is a celebration of the tenacity of the human spirit - I opted for Craven A cigs in order to date the piece .

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