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Again desire gallops hostile indians ‘round me. My fingers dream safaris. But the dark overseer lifts his whip and I sullenly return to work. Felon Child of few summers you are born to poverty and will never know serenity, once begotten by man. Somehow your genes spilled into a teen mother who could not find another nurturer of sons. School feared and hated you and prepared you with derision, for crimes, drugs, the streets, prison, victim of indifference. |
| Gary Beck's poetry has appeared in dozens of literary magazines. His chapbook, The Conquest of Somalia, will be published by Cervena Barva Press. His recent fiction has been published in numerous literary magazines. His plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes, and Sophocles have been produced Off-Broadway. email: garycbeck@yahoo.com |
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