Lady Be Good (April 1943)
The men you carried once might be on Broadway for all the good it would do. Benghazi is, in real terms, no closer than that gray desert. They’ve set off across hills and plains of sand instead of the sea they thought waited below the dark. Given a week their trek will be complete for infinity’s hours. Eventually, as it must, the desert will finish you as well, as you finished your final flight on its deceptive waves. The slide into not being will take as long as the slide between low dunes, though one is measured in years and one eternity's seconds. Rust won't do it. Left long enough, you'll be blasted to atomic thinness by your carpet carried on the air. The truths within your mystery, your memory, alone remain behind. Lennart Lundh This poem was first published in Poems Against Cancer 2014, by Lennart Lundh. Lennart Lundh is a poet, short-fictionist, historian, and photographer. His work has appeared internationally since 1965. Len can be found on Facebook, and his books are available from the VisionsWords store on Etsy, as well as on Amazon.
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