A FEW GRAY YEARS by Thomas Lipschultz 11/22/97 A composition in notes From page one to B flat / A single stick of dynamite With a fuse lost and forgotten / Writing on the wall That fades away with time / We cannot even spare a dime A montage of merry mimes All mimicking Messiah / A cavalcade of caviar Served with candy corn / A long linear library Luting a lovely chime / We cannot even spare a dime A child dressed in white Killing classmates in a bus / A black man dressed in black Giving krimpets to the poor / An average man in average dress Stealing grocers lime / We cannot even spare a dime A bank teller with a golden eye Selling turnips on Fourth and Main / A seven-year old boy Carrying liquid flame / The currency of livelihood Creating poet's rhyme / We can, we will, we must just spare a dime