Wednesday, October 05, 2005

1595 The Worriers' Guild

This poem appeared in the latest issue of Emerging Infectious Diseases. I thought it a bit odd for Bush to bring up an avian flu pandemic so soon after Katrina and Rita--like we need another reason to panic? The poem looks better over there, since I can't reformat it.

The Worriers' Guild
Philip F. Deaver

Today there is a meeting of the
Worriers' Guild,
and I'll be there.
The problems of Earth are
to be discussed
at length
end to end
for five days
end to end
with 1100 countries represented
all with an equal voice
some wearing turbans and smocks
and all the men will speak
and the women
with or without notes
in 38 languages
and nine different species of logic.
Outside in the autumn
the squirrels will be
chattering and scampering
directionless throughout the town
because
they aren't organized yet.

From How Men Pray, copyright 2005 by Philip F. Deaver.

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