Concretions of Ecstasy

Making due
Little Conestoga imports:
Wagons crammed with Guilt,
Mule-trains loaded with shame,
Packages bursting with
Making do
Trying hard to be
The Man
My parents expected
My country expected
My Alma Mater expected
My culture expected
My neighbors expected
My wives expected
My daughter expected
My comrades expected
A House of Cards of
Bound to fall
In a jumbled heap
Of disappointments
And failure.


About Mark Matzeder

By education a filmmaker, by trade an electrician, by avocation a writer and sometime scholar. Occasionally I wring an essay out of some observation I have made or experience I've had and share them here. Sometimes I'll share short fiction. Sometimes a poem. But mostly it's just my spin on this strange trip.
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