by Earl J. Wilcox
Not even a five billion year-old glimpse of Casper and Pollux
Nor prints of Romulus and Remus
Nor Chinese birth certificates of Chang and Eng
Nor God’s order to begin night and day
Nor tit for tat’s origins
Nor A to Zed’s remote beginnings
Nor Heaven and Hell’s first battle cry
Nor Dizzy and Daffy’s womb snaps
Nor Sturm und Drang’s Germanic links
Nor Romeo & Juliet’s wedding certificate
Nor Hansel & Gretel’s map through the woods.
Well, we get the picture. Nothing we can name
will be worth the price a tawdry journal paid for
photos of two movie celebs’ babies. Picture that.
Earl J. Wilcox writes about aging, baseball, literary icons, politics, and southern culture. His work appears in more than two dozen journals; he has contributed 38 poems to the New Verse News.
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