It's All Over Now, Bobby babe

Where are you, Bobby Babe?

In some day country home

Hearing the dust blow by?

We believed in you once

But blowin’ in our wind

Were only the gusts of age.

You grew up, Bobby Babe,

To your Minnesota roots.

I hear pioneers shed tears

Of futility when the

Frontier died.

Are you in, Bobby Babe,

Some desolate place

With nothing to turn off,

In the disconnection

Of your musty image

Hearing the hard rain of time.a

I hear the moon is barren,

All the new astronauts have

Went and died.

You grew elderly, Bobby babe

And along we went with you.

Borders

Measuring the borders of my life

I count a war at every end.

My infancy in the year of infamy,

When flames had burned:

Poland

Norway

Czechoslovakia

Greece

And France.

A child born to bursting bombs and Tojo.

A war bordering my birth.

And now many year dates later, a war

Bordering my present adulthood.

My moments ticked in hand grenade seconds.

My minutes boomed by dropping bombs.

Boundaries between the world and I.

God curse the bloody borders of my life,

While I join men continuing their crimes.

Call it something like a war.

Waits

At the corner he waits

Down the street

On the siren of the night

In the crash of sunlight

Blue the veins on the back

Of the shrunken hand

Round rough spots beneath hair

The eyes no longer stare

At anything beyond

The corner

With some last cup he waits

For the fates

With a finger cocked to mourn

Every man that’s born

While the skin of the face

Hangs in folds on folds

The mouth drips down the chin

Where a smile stern had been

Before the shadow had

The corner.

In the live mind he waits

On heart beats

With the struggle of lung

He waits until it comes

He waits until he’s gone.