Sunday, November 02, 2008

in the end

writer Studs Turkel , age 96
champion of the little guy
worked in Chicago where over forty rounds
from an assault rifle went off in an apartment
a boy aged two was shot in the head
both are dead
at Sunday, November 02, 2008

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

La véritable injustice n'est-elle pas dans le fait que nous ne sommes jamais égaux devant la durée de la vie, la maladie et la mort ?

Sunday, November 02, 2008 6:13:00 PM
jack sender said...

Aria asks: Isn't the true injustice that we are never equal in life, disease and death?

J'ai a pensar. I'll have to think about it.

Sunday, November 02, 2008 6:54:00 PM
Anonymous said...

I hardly know where to comment, because I want to say something about every one of your poems. I choose this one for the moment, because it hits me in the gut...hard. Very powerful and yes, a beautiful piece. I love the form you use, too.

Sunday, November 02, 2008 8:15:00 PM
jack sender said...

Juli, thank you. I had good intentions of responding to you more on my other blog site. Oh, I was going to write much. I think because you mentioned all of my poems, I was going to say something that would cover all of them. Ha! Let me take the easy part instead. The form I use comes from 49 years of writing poetry. I wrote a small booklet of 33 poems way back then. Since then it has been stretching, experimentation, and doing what I like has put me where I am. Thanks
again.

Monday, November 03, 2008 1:42:00 PM

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