Member Lillian Palermo has submitted a provocative poem, entitled, Now
Now
Will the lights come on again?
Will the calla lilies bloom?
Holy Mother, where art thou? *
Now, we need you.
Unrelenting sorrow
Suffering surrounds us
Wickedness made manifest
Right before our eyes.
We are sickened unto death.
When did we sow
these seeds of evil?
Now, the harvest is upon us
a bumper crop--
Patent leather men
with patent leather souls **
Don’t mess my hair, he says.
* Holy Mother by Stephen Bishop and Eric Clapton
** Frederico Garcia Lorca