Sacrifice By Gary Beck, USA (Published in Issue 2) | I know the children of man, blind-spilled on the earth are born to waste, devoured in crueler seas by schools of predators, feeding the bellies of Moloch heirs, allocated to destruction in the unprotected birthplace of pitiless selection, color, creed, credit card.
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Endurance
O dreamers lost, adrift in twentieth century madness, living the myth of city days, but seeking forgotten truths. Timeless hungers found in books, often betray our duller selves. Exiled nine to five, weak in loss prevention, five stolen days each week, we wake at morning fearing joblessness and failure, dreary refugees, grey and crazed, awaiting the weekend.
Trapped
The sad clerk sings of antiseptic employment, trapped by filing cabinets. Hope dwindles to adding machines, as surrounding office walls conspire to smash the dream of flight. |
Defeat The clerk of dreary days eats his dollar lunch, ringed by grey faces and tan raincoats. His freedom hour quickly passes. It rains. He has no where to go. Lingering over coffee poisons dreams. The sad faces frighten him. He rushes outside and woos the bored streets. He hungers the scurrying faces staring the sidewalks. A beautiful woman looks at him. He stares her full of alpine jaunts. She only sees his hunger and looks away. Lost again, he returns to work.
Gary Beck's poems come from Songs of a Clerk, an unpublished collection of poetry, expresses the frustration of a young man trapped in a menial clerks job, while dreaming of a meaningful life. Poems from 'Songs of a Clerk' have appeared in: Istanbul Literary Review, Agency Magazine, Fiction Press and many many more...
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