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Rotary Dialers in a Cell Phone World | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

When rabbis dance an Irish jig
and Trappist monks eat matzoh balls,

cell phone people will realize
rotary dialers aren’t always

“on the wrong side of history”
even if this ancient tribe

balks at any kind of change
and grumbles when they spot

men with earrings or
women with tattoos.

“Not that there’s anything wrong
with that,” Jerry Seinfeld might

have said but rotary dialers have
never been Seinfeld’s biggest fans.

Lawrence Welk is still their man.
But rotary dialers do their best

to stay abreast of fashion
if they can’t avoid it.

They want to prove they’re not
“on the wrong side of history.”

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—–
Donal Mahoney spent most of his life in Chicago, the son of Irish immigrant parents. He lives as an expatriate now in St. Louis, Missouri, owing to what was once a long search for work. Discovering Biscuits and Sausage Gravy made the transfer easier. More about him can be found at http://philadelphiareviewofbooks.com/2012/07/25/meeting-dad-again/.


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