Category Archives: M. Lapin

To Jim Sampsel who might be deaf, blind and mute

Dear Jim Sampsel, Forget the Viet Nam War– too messy, too bloody, too… and forget its legacy of pain, physical and emotional trauma, its psychological outburst. This is not a poem, but a work of describing so let’s get on … Continue reading

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BECAUSE OF AGENT ORANGE

A Poem by M. Lapin There are things you must explain to me darkness is one, the red flare of light another Again the morning sky overcast and dust, a pallor of bruised flesh and blackened eyes. Again the rains … Continue reading

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THE DISEASE OF AGENT ORANGE

A Poem by M. Lapin Once I listened to a poet (but I cannot remember her name or the title of her poem) who wrote lines about Cincinnati using the Yellow Pages, the names of corporations, factories, the outpouring of … Continue reading

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Sunset over Chemical Valley

A Poem by M. Lapin Once I listened to a poet (but I cannot remember her name or the title of her poem) who wrote lines about Cincinnati using the Yellow Pages, the names of corporations, factories, the outpouring of … Continue reading

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WHY I AM BOYCOTTING MONSANTO AND DOW CHEMICAL

A Poem by M. Lapin –for the Vietnamese people and the American Viet Nam Veterans http://www.projectagentorange.com When I gather my strength and walk down a row into my field where nothing can grow (except concrete and gravel and a few … Continue reading

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SO WHY ARE YOU NOT BOYCOTTING MONSANTO?

A Fragment of a Poem by M. Lapin Every child who died before birth from Agent Orange poisoning entered the night sky a new star— every child who died before the age of ten from Agent Orange poisoning entered the … Continue reading

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How Often Do We Have To Miss the Point

A Poem by M. Lapin I wake ugly this morning cucumber flesh piled neatly on the kitchen counter the dogs behind their barricade the sky Monsanto gray. Three and a half laps equal a mile, the mulberries have resigned, someone … Continue reading

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