The Death of the Hand-written Letter

The Death of the Hand-written Letter
by John Bennett
Don’t shed
a tear
for the
death of
the hand-written
letter.
For the
bells of the
ice-cream truck.
For the
horn of
plenty ripped
open &
splattered with
oil.
For your
hotrod Ford your
stick-shift
enthusiasm your
first unzipped
fly unhooked
bra for the
wild juices
of youth.
The sun
no longer
shines on you.
The moon
no longer
knows you exist.
Take your
begging bowl &
travel on
down life’s
rocky road.