"Coda" is the final poem in the series, "Madison Street".
In music, a coda is a concluding section that signals the end of a piece or movement.
I'm sure I could write another twenty-five sonnets on Madison Street, but that will have to wait for another time, if time allows.
[If you click on line 11, it will be explained]
"the boys flown to the belly of the beast" |
Coda
So here we are, approaching three score ten,
“Boomers” from a lost millennium,
perched on Simon’s metaphoric park
bench, waiting, musing, I remember when . . .,
wise to what we knew, and what has come
to light since days of dancing in the dark.
And if we misremember, fantasize,
omitting secrets, cover-ups and lies—
the boys flown to the belly of the beast,
the pennyroyal cure, the preemie fraud,
the tender mercies of the parish priest—
cut us some slack. Our innocence was flawed:
we failed to spot the specter at the feast,
and every one of us believed in God.
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