Lawrence Beck Poems
- Harambe The child fell from far above. The ape, Harambe, ...
- Plantation Nation There's no breeze to stir the stifling ...
- Afterimage A drifting cloud will block the sun, And I will ...
- Blanca Stranger things have happened, I suppose, Though ...
- Good News, Citizen There was no flood, they tell us ...
- Nearly Perfect The world's gone green, in spite of my ...
- Queen Anne Hill Creatures of our twilit time, we sit ...
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The child fell from far above.
The ape, Harambe, looked at him,
Unsettled. All the years of being
Trapped inside his prison cell,
Of being bored to worse than
Death as apes of other sorts appeared
Beyond the wall to leer at him.
At night, sometimes, when they
Were gone, he'd stare up at the
Sky and see the stars, and wonder
If there was another ape, a greater
Being, who had lit the sky that
Way, and who, for reasons
Unexplained, had cast an awful
Curse on him, a prisoner, a
Dark-skinned slave. The child
Fell. He reached to grab it, ...