Last night I listened to what is perhaps the finest poem written in the 20th century "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg. After listening to the poem I was inspired to write the poem below which I titled "Nothing Lasts." I also made a reading of the poem and put it together with art and photography on YouTube. You can find that video below the body of the poem.
Love and lovers become ghosts,
families become memories becoming
merely tales repeated with no meaning to those who hear them told.
A hopeful future is unattainable...
the fate of all is in the hands of false Gods with names like
Bank of America, Wells Fargo and Citibank
whose sustenance is bankruptcies, repossessions and despair
leaving the hopeless and the homeless as proof of their presence.
They too will fail becoming a desolation covered with the slag piles
left behind from profits mined from a once green lush earth
whose skeleton is now the ultimate truth of this failed age
swallowing them as it swallows all.
Poetry and art by David H. Roche (C) 2014