Poems by Lynn White
To My Old Friend Who Knows How It Is
What ever happened my old friend?
right from wrong.
you saw with your eyes open.
You knew oppression,
abuse of power,
we did what we could.
I would have shared anything with you.
I wouldn’t even share my space,
wouldn’t stay in the same room as you.
What ever happened to you my old friend?
Rediscovering your jewishness shouldn’t mean
giving up your humanity,
negating your history,
seeing with your eyes tight shut
but you know
What ever happened my old friend
First published in Inquietude, Issue 1, April 2018
Don’t challenge his growls,
said the man with no face.
Look down on the ground,
be humble, not brave.
Don’t cry if you fall,
the blind girl explained.
The field’s full of dog shit,
so don’t touch your eyes.
I loved my pet doggy,
the dead baby cries.
We all loved him so much
until the day that I died.
First published by Outlaw Poetry, September 2018