Mort Laitner
Mort Laitner

Masks—A Poem

Walking through the parking lots of life

observing discarded castaways floating on seas of gravel.

Protectors shown the contempt of mistreated hookers

thrown to the curbside.

Protectors covered in a soft brown layers of dust

await collection to trash heaps

or burial mounds of leaves.

Uncovering the truth

on how shabbily we treat the old and the useless.

Broken soldiers on cement fields

battle relics evoking wounds of sadness.

Weather-beaten by torrents of rain

colors faded—bleeding red, black and blue onto our streets.

The cigarette butts of our time floating down our gutters.

How we treat the things we no longer need, nor want, nor desire, nor love.

No flag burial for these message-laden pieces of cloth.

No crypt

No cremation

No respect.

Just distain.

Wanting to show some respect

they warrant no less.

But fearing contamination

I show them:

no respect

no love

just the distain of the discarded.

About the Author
Florida's Jewish short-story writer, speaker, film producer and retired attorney. He has authored, "A Hebraic Obsession", "The Hanukkah Bunny" and "The Greatest Gift." He produced an award-winning short film entitled, "The Stairs". Movie can be viewed on my TOI blog. Mort is a correspondent for the Fort Lauderdale Sun Sentinel Jewish Journal.
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