the anthropologist’s lament

j.s.lamb
1 min readApr 23, 2016

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Blankets fail.
With holes and tears.
Each strand. Or Thread.
One snaps. One splits.
’nother reels, then rips.
The loss brings pain.
A cry — or two.
“Ne’er-do … ne’er-do.”
It’s gone.

Families fall.
Divorce and death.
Each Life. Or span.
So frail. So weak.
Mother swoons, then dies.
The loss brings pain.
A cry — or two.
“Ne’er-do … ne’er-do.”
She’s gone.

Culture breaks.
In dance & song.
Each bowl. Or dish.
It cracks. It breaks.
“Don’t bother, it leaks.”
Each loss brings pain.
A cry — or two.
“Ne’er-do … ne’er-do.”
All gone.

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j.s.lamb
j.s.lamb

Written by j.s.lamb

.Author of “Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales.” How I survived Vietnam & kept my sense of humor.

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