Today's poem is by Charles Harper Webb
Biochemically Speaking, People Are Close Relatives of Soy
Soy beans lack perky breasts, it's true.
They never sue for damages, don't grow
mustaches, and can't tell jokes to savetheir round green lives. At the amino acid level,
though, they're Giuseppe to our Joe.
You say I don't know beans? Okaydid you prove E equals mc² personally?
Can you be sure the glitter-on-black-velvet
stars are actually light-years away?Don't get me started on the Eucharist,
or who killed Kennedy. Some imposter may
have written this to blame it on a CharlesHarper Webb who doesn't exist.
That I "think" in no way proves I "am,"
Readerif you "are," which book salesmake me doubt. The one who told me
about soy was beautiful and bright.
She swore she loved me. Doesn't thatjustify faith? Isn't belief-sans-proof
my American right? My junk-mail may
hold gifts worth millions. The WorldSeries may be played inside my TV.
Last night's dream that I was paid 100 K
to create a language, Franz, for paranoids,could be prophetic. Ghosts may live
in old toupees. I believe spring peepers'
summer songs were sent by Godbecause He liked watching my family,
and in green fields not far away,
our soy bean cousins get a good night's sleep.
Copyright © 2006 Charles Harper Webb All rights reserved
from Birmingham Poetry Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
Support Verse Daily
Sponsor Verse
Daily!
Home
Archives
Web Monthly Features
About Verse Daily
FAQs
Submit to Verse Daily
Publications Noted & Received
Copyright © 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006 Verse Daily
All Rights Reserved