4097. HOMO HABILIS

HOMO HABILIS

Man the Maker, that's the guy;

from Frederick Durenmatt to Uwe

Johnson, I've walked that sky. Look, look

at how all those awesome coffee cups, now

reflect this kitchen counter's light. Every

word has carried some form of force, and

we've talked for idling hours of the world

and all its course. This playwright's returns

are diminishing now, and   -  for sure  -

1949 only happens once in a lifetime.

I remember when Brecht died, where

I was and what I was doing. Very

simple, this odd shadow-theater

of stately feelings and minds.

I held it all together, once,

but now it is lost.