Lincoln and Speed (day twelve)

I’m fascinated with the Shakespearean depth and complexity of Lincoln. One of the things I love about him is his insistence on the need for friendship.

Here is a poem for day twelve of national poetry day in the USA.

Lincoln and Speed

were lovers, or so say
Joshua Speed’s descendants.

I’m glad the great man
had a deep friendship,
with or without physical love,
to comfort him when the slaughter
continued to pile ever higher.

Life without friendship?
Like when a race horse
is suffering and must be put down
and they inject a strong tranquilizer
to calm the eye-rolling anxiety

or when you seek peace on a cold pew
in the Church of Unknowing
for as long as you can
until the Great Wave
opens your eyes.

4 responses to “Lincoln and Speed (day twelve)

  1. yes, yes. the Wave.

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  2. I think we should be careful not to read what we want to find into other people’s lives. Your poem gets it just right, Burl, and I congratulate you.


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