Author: Sam Friedman

Enough!

Somewhere,
somewhere perhaps
in the desert of Iraq,
or perhaps in Palestine
or the Afghan hills,
amidst the cacophony of shells,
the reek of boiled-off flesh,
somewhere,
a voice awakens,
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The Sandy Next Time

As the water rose 
to occupy Wall Street, 
ten thousand helicopters 
flew massed dollars out 
lest all that cabbage salt to slaw 
and the balance of payments 
blow out to sea. 
 
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Silence


In a land infected with virtuous disbelief,
where the words of presidents, senators,
jurists and generals
spark only questions
of what scam they are pulling this time,
 
where employers’ promises of . . .

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