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Spring 2005 - Volume 27, Number 2
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The Rise and Fall of Popular Music
I was sitting up front for a change.
Sideways on the seat,
My back to the door.
Watching my two young brothers,
Cutting up in back with the load.
My grandfather muscled the truck through a turn,
The engine wound down briefly.
And in the quiet after the crash of the downshift,
I joined the Beatles singing, "All You Need is Love."
The radio was lost to the roar of the diesel,
The song banished by my grandfather's judgment,
"People that try to live on love starve to death!"
I rode home standing in the back.
Shoulder to shoulder with my brothers.
Hanging on tight,
Scoured awake by the cool wind coming over the cab,
We shouted out the anthem of our forecast ruin.
-By William Rutkowski
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