Kettledrums and Trumpts*
There's something on Uncle Dom,
and it certainly isn't pistachiopudding.
Excuse me, I didn't see you standing there
--Indeed, that is what a leader should do--
I don't know about you, and I'm starved.
*No, this is not a misspelling.
Copyright 1990, C. Shenir and J. Kappa
This was Cranston's first poem, written in 1990 soon after his
emigration from Haifa to Iowa by way of Bobtown, KY. It was also the
first to be rejected for publication, a victim of an entrenched literary
establishment unwilling to give voice to his unique vision.