Wednesday, June 1, 2016


As I slouch towards Babylon to be born
A very old car pulls up next to me
The driver leaning out the window shouts  
"Not Babylon, You damned fool! Bethlehem!
Slouch towards Bethlehem!"
I ignore him. What can it matter if I am born
New York or Pennsylvania? Besides,
The roads are filled with rough beasts these days;
There's no way of telling us apart.

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