Lawrence Beck Poems
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, ...
I shall examine my life today.
There isn't much to it. This
Shouldn't take long. I sit in
A basement and stare at a
Screen. I read about business,
But do not invest. I read
About politics, nodding my
Head as corruption runs
Rampant and wars never