"Hard Times"

Jun 30, 2018
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HARD TIMES

The worried murmurs

of small farmers

fearful that loss of land

will leave them rusting in their silos,

does not pierce the void

between those in need

and those with plenty,

and bring consoling replies,

when desperate cries

are asphyxiated by agribusiness,

no longer requiring

tillers of the soil.

Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a living in theater. He has 12 published chapbooks. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He currently lives in New York City.

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