Arranged by Dan Provost

I am not needed
to decipher a memoir.
 
Nor do I have to
tell my tale of
disgust and disdain
in an attempted fashionable
                          wordplay.
 
I hate Pollack.
I hate disarray.
 
Because I have lived
that lie for 58 years.
 
Buck the system?
Damn, why?
 
Just sit—hands folded
in lap… and
watch “it” destroy itself.
 
No more will I be
ashamed of being a coward…

Dan Provost's poetry has been published throughout the small press for many years.  He is the author of nine books and lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife, Laura--and their Bichon Frisce...Bella.