E.J. Hudak (Poems 10-12)

Interstate Packing & Rendering Co.

Mark is dead

he died in a

highspeed

head-on

CRASH

driving a piece

of high-powered

GM

tin

And when

they separated

flesh & blood

from metal & crud

there was nothing

left

of him

***

Two Olives

When I am left alone to ponder

to dream & waft

& my muse to wander

I can come up

with such rational reasons

& excuses for me

being

here

but rush me

with idle & mindless

cocktail chatter

& I might agree

quite pragmatically

that it was a careless error

on the part of a passionate Creator,

so why discuss the matter?

***

Selective Sacrifice

Sorry son

You’ve got to go

Times have changed

Didn’t you know

The beast is hungry

And he must be fed

And boys like you

Must spill the red

It’s your price to pay

To live in this land

Nothing personal, you understand

Here’s your papers, sign them all

You must respond

When Detroit calls

Take up the flag

Take up the gun

Sandstones waiting if you run

I’m sorry son

But you’ve got to go

Times have changed

Didn’t you know?

E.J. Hudak ca. 1969

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