Dramatic Poetry
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serfs peasants tell each other death happens
serfs peasants tell each other death happensthe moment a body becomesa straw house shuckedfrom the life that had livedinside it as a hermitthe child marcellus heardat the death that happens in winter the lastbreath will be seen to riseas a puffed smoke from a chimney mouth as the the ascetic soul leaves the house never Continue reading
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so there’s these eyes right
so there’s these eyes rightblue eyesand brown eyes and grey eyes andthere’s green eyes they look in through the windshieldbut you keep quiet in the shadows behind the pulse of the engine that drivesthe van likefrom between the seats in front rightmom’s in the driver’s seat she’sgot her hands on the steering wheeland she talks Continue reading
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someone anyone look
someone anyone looklook where the baby’s ati know the neighbor wantssomeone to like her too and you can pitchyourself to her like a used car later you can pitch yourself like a vacuum cleaner like a set of pots and pans but notright nowdidn’t anyone hearthat first sound like a thunderrumble in the far away Continue reading
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with this hand i reached
with this hand i reachedout the window and releasedthe raven who flew and foundcarcasses afloatupon the apocalypse of flood and fedand never returnedand with this same hand i reached out the same window and releasedthree times released the dove who flew and foundnothing and returnedflew and found an olive leaf and returnedflew and found an Continue reading
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i never thought as I carried her over the threshold
i never thought as i carried her over the thresholdthat the october wind would blowthis cold and this continuous through the wallfrom around the window frame in the wallit blows down on where the child’ll sleepblows the pilot light in the gasfurnace out and this with cold comingback in augustwe’d planned to put a crib Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by Continue reading
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when the elector leaves dresden
when the elector leaves dresdenleaves his mother sophie to answerthe lords of saxony and the emperor’s menwhile he rides one may morning out on a palfreyaccompanied by his huntsman his falconera guest or two with an escortof squires apprenticed to the knights who ridecoursers and great horseswhen he arrives staysat his hunting palace at rochlitz Continue reading
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