The FAB&PP Special Poem of the Month for November, 2001
no memorial
no past
the present
morphs around
us in
a
swirl of
America
logos and
catch phrases
endless
detail
got wrong
and right,
swapped
and simplified into
us
the new us
less accepted
than
realized
briefly
then taken
for granted
[on stage
kieth richard
limps and
grins
bemused
watching
the other
players
strolling
over beside
them
offering a
lick of
encouragement]