my mother has gone to grow old my father somehow stayed younger i sit here indifferent the flag has remained on the old generation,s shoulder i am a travesty laughing loudly instead of you crying loudly instead of you remaining still instead of you war equals shoot whatever is standing war equals i do not understand why dust and bones have remained he rolled my unfinished sonnets in a shroud said don,t smoke is,s bad for you  there is hemlock left in that glass the death of an acacia is announced on the radio when voiceless fish have drowned in the dried lake bed i am the disturbed soul who is also a mental case my head happened to stick to me my feet remain elsewhere with the others