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Thursday, November 12, 2020

NOW THAT ALEX TREBEK IS DEAD

 by George Held




Yes, this might be my last autumn
And yes, I love the fall leaves
In their annual resplendent beauty
 
A deadly fall, when Coronavirus
Has surged, again bringing mobile
Morgues to house the superabundant dead
 
In El Paso, on the Rio Grande, the Chicano
City to which I drove in 1967 for my divorce
In Ciudad Juarez, where quickies were then
 
Institutionalized: you paid your
Hundred dollars and the Cesar Romero
Judge gaveled your once-great marriage over
 
In 1967, when Alex Trebek was still
Canadian, a host for CBC,
And I was in the middle, Canada north
 
And Mexico south, and now we’re all
In the middle, T***p still in the White House
And Joe Biden the President-elect
 
No one knows where it will end, the COVID,
The Transition, a life, but Alex Trebek
Is dead


George Held is a longtime contributor to TheNewVerse.News.