Thursday, April 7, 2016

Silent Poetry Auction for No One at the Big Hand Cafe

Being a human social being, I
Can't help but find it humiliating
The way a bodily extremity
Wrings out our terribly pathetic screams,
The juvenile cries of Mama! Ah! Ah!
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh no! No! No!
The sharp journalist already wounded,
The jogger at the barrel of a gun,
The first-time mother in delivery,
The broken-boned professor on the ground:
We howl without a shred of dignity
And even those who live to remember
Do not remember how loudly we howled.

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