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BULVAN

In Memory of David Lerner, poet

A bulvan raging
with the whole
post-holocaustic
garbage-culture in him
rude/radiant, crude/clarifying, smooth/smutten
with the dregs
like most of us
driven or bent
on rising from
the fallen sparks
standing the drunken
or junken street
on its feet and
sending it home
with a poem in its ear

Now let's see him there:
another accident that wasn't
another suicide who was suicided
another poet the system's good-riddanced
because, among other things, he believed
in socialized medicine

I tell you, as a member of
the League of Revolutionaries for a New America,
LRNA by acronymic name,
the junk that murdered David Lerner is the same
that cuts evicts starves and kills
people everywhere these days,
and you know its name.

So don't just lie there, harps.
His big bear hulk needs psalms of flame
to get him home

Remember his gutsongs
and the poet from whom he came.


by Jack Hirschman