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

BOB HOLMAN

Unity

I'm writing this poem, "Unity,"

& I know it's not going to come together.

But I'm going to step right up here in my white male way

& say, "It's got to come together!" anyway,

Even though I know nobody wants to join me.

So I'm going to get totally depressed about the whole situation.

But what I'm secretly hoping is that my depression will signify

to others the sincerity of my feelings

& that they'll say, "You know, he's right. Let's get it together.

Unity!"

Because I know I'm right, everything does have to come together.

& I know just as well, everything's not going to come together.

So here I am, shouting for action to lead us to unity

So we can all come together in the perfect harmony

Which is where it stops.

The End

Finis

It's over what do we do next whoops that just slipped in there

Like my life slips in here & unity just slips by there it goes.