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I don’t mind the human race.
I’ve got pretty used to them
In these past twenty-five years.
I don’t mind if they sit next
To me on streetcars, or eat
In the same restaurants, if
It’s not at the same table.
However, I don’t approve
Of a woman I respect
Dancing with one of them. I’ve
Tried asking them to my home
Without success. I shouldn’t
Care to see my own sister
Marry one. Even if she
Loved him, think of the children.
Their art is interesting,
But certainly barbarous.
I’m sure, if given a chance,
They’d kill us all in our beds.
And you must admit, they smell.

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Ummm..nice one Hugh! :) Great poem.
Shipwrecks classic image hulls caved in waters rushing to drown...Here metaphor for confessional poems that seem to be deep but only scratch the surface. Without love there is no meaning and ultimately there is nothing but love the great connector and if they cannot feel worthy of receiving this gift they never will. A fine poem. Hugh
Yes, the absence of love wrecks us all.