H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
He took a long pull on the stout, thanked us all,
& disappeared into the night
after the governor
drove out the disabled, closed down the hospital
––oh, they’re still here, leerin’ out their grandma’s windows
or wanderin’ in the street talkin’ to shadows-
family’s here, y’aint gonna send ‘em
all the way to Lansing, so far away & you ain’t got dough––
yeah, they voted in a new prison.
hungry for work––fightin’ over hash-slingin’ jobs in Marquette––
they strung wire, remodeled rooms, took inmates
& now they parade around
in their new uniforms with their pistols & their jeeps.
but now they’re payin’ for it,
lights on all night––hell, y’can see ‘em
even out here on a clear night––
& right in the middle of town, those lines
& lines of barbwire bundles
goin’ up––preacher said they look pretty
in Sunday mornin’ sunshine with the new rain hanging off ‘em
& then I knew he was nuts, too.
that damn governon, though,
don’t get me on that governor-that son of a bitch!
[Originally published in NHS 1997, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs97/index.html#13.]