Roy Casals
Birth rates are plunging,
Yeah, we totally understand.
It is, or ought to be, a pocket-stage;
But it is a richer state,
Unheeded as we gazed at the marvel.
We just split a hamburger,
But here the monks were martial,
Bombs going off in my head.
It doesn’t feel like you’re putting in,
Publishing a play is reversing the process.
The officer read the text and smiled.
Who does not aspire to freedom in principle?
Recycled Poetry 