If  stuffed cabbage is too much
Have a sprout, from Brussels  lurched
A joint of beef is excess now
Try a calf’s foot  not a cow’s
Try a sausage  stewed in milk
If it spills I shall not wilt
Roast potatoes make me sad
Grill tinned peaches, they’re not bad
Try a carrot for a lark
Eat  it when your mood is dark
Make a salad, apple, nuts
Celery must face the cuts
Walnuts  come in bags not shells
Just as oil comes  out of wells
Why not ask a guest if blue?
I  can’t eat enough for two!

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Frail and sad ,the man  is changed
Not  beginning in his course
He’s had the best and now  the worst
He submits to death  arranged

He protects his   family
He’s paid his mortgage filled the Bank
As he ponders spirits sink
What of this must they each see?

He  has got restricted hours
As doctors all  must improvise
None can say what way is wise
The immune system, fearful, cowers

But now  he’ll  bear the setting  sun.
In vocal skies, the eyes of owl
The breath  of cats,  the throats that growl
Michaelmas   and deep autumn

The total darkness earths at last
Midwinter candles, the  great feasts
Hannuka, Christmas,blessed yeast
We’ll rise again but not in haste.

Make the  body’s rhythmic moods
One more way to  hear the tunes
In deep winter’s gathered gloom
Cry, I love you ,cry aloud.

Let the tears of pity come
Gather them to water him
In this place his tree will grow
When with love  his seeds we sow

https://www.theatlantic.com/notes/2017/04/your-favorite-poems-on-people-and-power/524874/

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.

Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.

Caesar’s double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK
On a pink official form.

Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.