David Eberhardt, age 69, is a Baltimore poet/activist who spent 21 months in Federal prison for pouring blood on draft files with Father Phillip Berrigan to protest the Vietnam War. He was pardoned by President Ronald Reagan. (Dave says, “Ray-gun? But should I have pardoned him?”)
Dave tells us: "My pinnacles in poetry and publishing have been, besides the Loch Raven Review, my journalism for underground newspapers, my public readings and the responses to the memoirs on my website. Oh, and I had a couple of letters published in the New York Times Book Review praising fellow poet William Logan. I like humor in poetry."
Spring 2010
Table of Contents - Vol. VI, No. 1
David Eberhardt
in memory, Baltimore poet, David Franks
Who are you, who do you think we are?
It's all so far, so far, so far....
Start in the constellation "Eeyore"- that guide star....
Pin a tail on it- go from there south in the southern sky...
That shadow had not looked that way before,
And since I'm asking why:
Vast forests to the north, bor-
eal taiga, the last time I saw my father,
Spoke to him- I can't remember now.
There could be meaning, could be some how
Like the overtones to a piano string;
The clouds keep changing now that you mention it;
My pa liked cheese and crackers, that I know;
The forests of the night sky, forests of stars,
Where you can go a long way before you meet another?
It's all so far, so far, so far.
Who are you, who do you think we are?
© David Eberhardt
