Poem November 25, 1967 ISSUE

MODERN IDOLS

Gibbs Hofmann

Within the temple of my worldly thoughtThe idols, mute but of imposing mien,To which a daily sacrifice I brought,Were ancient Baals in a modern scene.

Untouched by time they still are numberless:Greed, fame, ambition, ease in matter—theseAnd scorn and hollow pride and the excessOf love that clings to personalities.

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