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feather in the nod

faint whisper in the wind

dimly lit intelligence

prods me to descend

man with a Midas touch

presses courtesy into the hand

beggars too bewitched

sit in his presence rather than stand

numerous feet shuffle restlessly

grim for his behalf

why does this fellow speak so slowly

why, he must be daft

conceder of the cause

shout Rebel to a roar of applause

and the calculated tactic works

the so called Rebel speaker in turn

smirks

for now he knows his unvolunteered good

deed is done

so now he must run

back up town to his elegant corner office

on the one hundred and seventeenth floor

now that he has spoken to

possibly for

these wretched street to shelter people

in his happy and whistling self proclaimed

good Samaritan's heart

he need never to do anything more...........

(March 15, 1995)