Thursday, January 10, 2013

Poem: conser vative


you quarreled with my father
economists and second cousins

and we never saw you much
but I remember Paris
after your latest ski trip
you puffed packs of Gauloises
touted your prowess

and looked up
each leg

over the

you had Parisian style
(I loved your daughter)
worked for the O.E.C.D.

and ended your life
a gnome of Basle


laissez-faire man

your wife and all your Philadelphia friends
were commies once

and you were called
before the McCarthy Committee
set in the box

flashbulbs popped
Bobby Kennedy took notes

“no, I did not attend a party
at Mortie Gilbert’s
Friday, January the First, 1943”

flashed on a toast
and fainted dead away

and took a job in Paris
the next day

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