Saturday, November 23, 2013

Chapter 1: Socialism

She told me that she knew a guy once
who lived in an apartment overlooking
the south side, between branches
of Black River.  "The view of filthy
sunsets and poor kids walking to school
drove him to socialism."  She said it
as if a great evil had befallen him,
like alcoholism or madness. In her mind,
his compassion for the poor
was something of a tragedy.


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