Love Poem

(For Real)

it’s so hard to love

people

who will die soon

the sixties have been one

long funeral day

the flag flew at half-mast

so frequently

seeing it up

i wondered what was wrong

it will go back

to half

on inauguration day

(though during the johnson love

in the pole

was cut

the mourning wasn’t

official)

the Jews are seeking

sympathy

cause there isn’t one Jew

(and few circumcised women)

in the cabinet

old mother no dick plans

to keep it

bare

it’s impossible to love

a Jew

united quakers and crackers

for death, inc.

are back in the driver’s seat

it hertz

and i pledge allegiance

to the removal of all

pain

it’s masochistic

(derived from colored

meaning sick to kiss massa)

to love honkies

riderless horses

backward boots

the eternal flame of the flammable

Black Man

who does not plan to screw

honkies to death

it’s so easy to love

Black Men

they must not die anymore

and we must not die

with america

their day of mourning

is our first international

holiday

it’s a question of power

which we must wield

if it is not

to be wielded

against

us