Culture as Remembrance

Culture as Remembrance, Or why should anyone bother learning French?

by Gerald Locklin

In the outback there is Mozart,
Still and this night only,
And the lizard reads the lithographs,
The monolith blurs to a pluralith,

And what is left is
Edna St Shakespeare Elizabeth Robaire

And Emily Dickensian and the Browning Movement

But in the drawer,
Beside the dusty artifacts and paste jewelry,
One always finds the whiskey

At her age one could do without a corset,
But she wears one anyway,
Protection from a pinch,

The liner-pale of lyricism
Or the laziness of after-after-afternoon:

Where have the lost ones gone?