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Going, Going... the
latest collection of poems by Leah Fritz,
Four Gentlemen Reminisce About Allen Ginsberg
They talked. They didn’t ask — but I was there. I had a very different take on him. Quiet and attentive, he didn’t stare
piercingly at me or anyone. Aware of everything — the aura of the courtroom, (They talked. They didn’t ask, but I was there)
lawyers, judge, the ritual of fear — his eyes cast down, he read his notes, seemed quiet and attentive. He didn’t stare,
not straight away, not till he had to swear. Then suddenly he shook his finger, aimed (They talked. They didn’t ask. But I was there)
and fired a fusillade of verses at The War. Barricaded behind the bench, the judge kept shtum. Quiet and attentive, he didn’t stare,
but waited to dismiss the case, prepared for anything but this, a mad man’s poem. They talked. They didn’t ask. But I was there, quiet and attentive. He didn’t stare.
© Leah Fritz first published in Poetry on the Lake Journal |
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