You retired from the human jungle left the absurdities packed your bags took your pension found your Florida "Death is a comin" said the Nigger "I'se awatting for her in my Floridian Beachchair" But there is poverty war killing all around you "Ah," said the nigger, "in a second I change channels watch baseball" And what about your memories? "I keep tellin them not to blabber that's all" Oh Sweet Jesus Death what more can we ask of the nigger?
Irwin R. Shaw - July 13th 1989
Sweet Jesus Death
You retired
from the human jungle
left the absurdities
packed your bags
took your pension
found your Florida
"Death is a comin"
said the Nigger
"I'se awatting for her
in my Floridian Beachchair"
But
there is poverty
war
killing
all around you
"Ah," said the nigger,
"in a second
I change channels
watch baseball"
And what about your memories?
"I keep tellin them not
to blabber
that's all"
Oh Sweet Jesus Death
what more can we ask of the nigger?