November 2011
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"Pietà" [poem]
I hunted heaven for him. No dice.
Too uppity, it was. Not enough
music, or dark dirt.
I begged the earth empty of him. Death
believes in us whether we believe
or not. For a long while I watch the sound
of a boy bouncing a ball down the block
take its time to reach me. Father,
find me when you want. I’ll wait.
BY KEVIN YOUNG (Poetry, 9/11)
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"Episode in a Library" [poem]
A blonde girl is bent over a poem. With a pencil sharp as a lancet she transfers the words to a blank page and changes them into strokes, accents, caesuras. The lament of a fallen poet now looks like a salamander eaten away by ants.
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