Friday, September 27, 2024

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Poem with tail-stave meter.

"2,000 Pound Bomb"

dawn-darkener · dumps an egg
on top of a fluttering · of fleeting homes
the hole its roar leaves · rings in those left
names not now · anywhere answerable

this song of silence · sent from distant
foreign fact'ries · came cheap as a charity
whose workman's wages · themselves served

bubble of brokenness · brawny hands made you
also tender · touching otherwise
not unlike those lost · in the lee of a land-splitting

diff'rent hands · at a dapper desk
put marks on paper · the perished never saw

Highgate.

"Sitting here, safe with my infant sleeping on my lap. Thinking about all the people and their children in grave danger in Lebanon and Gaza, and the $8.7 billlion that the U.S. just sent to Israel to propel these horrors." --@davidpstein

"We wrote for the magazines with the shelf life of milk."

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