Oh, George, how we loved watching you
in those roles from the forties and fifties,
ever-so bored, ever-so sophisticated,
eyes rolling at the sheer monotony of it
all:

A sideways glance,
a nose to the air,
body leaning:
Oh, give me a chance
to exit this soporific scene.
Well, George, you had your choice.

You were bored to death;
you followed suicide’s
seductive voice.

*a meditation on boredom by Frederick Buechner
reminded me of the British actor George Sanders