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A review by frudzicz
Collected Poems 1909-1962 by T.S. Eliot
3.0
I rushed, hurriedly, determined, bitter, beaten
Consumed by that bean burrito half eaten
Racing, chasing dreams, caught, pinned down, interrogated
Somalia
Sleep deprived, ham on rye
Guantanamo
And as I slipped past a stream I caught on a gossamer beam a glimpse of a reflection in that mirror so vast and deep
My mother
And I swear by all that is dear that I will hear and see clear without fear for as I am surmising so too is my voice rising
Like an eagle or a beagle with a contraption
And I will NOT be some action for your racist faction
Or my name isn’t Tex.
Consumed by that bean burrito half eaten
Racing, chasing dreams, caught, pinned down, interrogated
Somalia
Sleep deprived, ham on rye
Guantanamo
And as I slipped past a stream I caught on a gossamer beam a glimpse of a reflection in that mirror so vast and deep
My mother
And I swear by all that is dear that I will hear and see clear without fear for as I am surmising so too is my voice rising
Like an eagle or a beagle with a contraption
And I will NOT be some action for your racist faction
Or my name isn’t Tex.