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We little menDear God! To speak at last with my sweet love
would be to tell her nothing yet, as they,
my specters, all still haunt me from above
and, peering down, they mock me from the grey.
My God! I pray she knows she is belov'd
and will not curse me now, or future days,
I lied to her, when all my hatred I spoke of;
I merely meant to send my love away.
There is a beast that eats of what is pure
and he, the beast, is why I banished her.
The world I've seen has failed to make me proud
of anything we little men have done,
Brothers I loved all lay beneath their shrouds
it was for them I fought and killed and won-
nothing at all, and now, before the crowds
I am belov'd for living past their sons.
I've sent my love away and this is why;
I could no longer look her in the eye.
A Eulogy for SelfSo now, to leave my final words
I will part with all my mind
and finish what I started then
and leave my loves and wants behind.
I've gotten old, I don't know how
but I've a breath or two
and breath enough to dedicate
this little verse to you.
My little niece, who on my knee
told me where the fairies slept
and led me there, under the moon
to steal the treasures that they kept.
You have gone, you never grew
to see the world that I have seen
too eager for the fairy land
to stay where you've already been.
And in my youth, I found it cruel
to see one younger gone away
it seems a dark world, where our love
cannot make our loved ones stay.
Now, I have grown, and I will sleep
though I will never understand
why, too, my child, with my niece
fled both so soon to fairy land.
As I near my departure date,
and hear the carriage climb the hill
I wish to forget all my pains
and be forgiven all my ills.
I want to see that fairy land
that held such promise for my girl
so much she slipped awa
Wild ManThis body, I am
and thought that I was
nothing at all
but these knees and these toes.
This body, I am
my smile and skull
and I am my fingers
and I'll feed the crows.
My body, this thing
is all I can see
for I am my eyes
and I am my nerves.
I am a river
no, that isn't true
I am a hunter
or maybe I'm food
I am a god
and all of my sinners
live in my heaven
and I am who serves.
My body, I am
my bones and my teeth
as I am my skin
and the veins underneath
there is nothing to me
but my bones
and the bones
are nothing to me
in my woods
in the cold.
And this body, I am
what I devour
but I dream I might be
what I love, what I think.
I am this creature
my creature is me
I am my eyelids
and also, my nose
I am a monster?
and I'll feed the crows.
Just a Normal Little Girl A doctor and his patient sat in a small office, separated by a desk, and surrounded by terrible, depressing, generic health care decor. The paintings were each of browns and tans, with dashes of a disappointed green; the plants had never and would never live; the office was well lit, and displayed the “seen-better-days” carpet and the ratty old couch that had situated itself against the wall that also contained the door. A plain black clock hung behind the doctor, to the left of a tall shelf, and the time was three past eleven in the morning.
To its credit, however, the office did look the part of an office that tried very hard to be cozy, relaxing, and accommodating, and achieved it only in that it was not a clinical and shiny room that smelled too much of what the doctor’s brother called Sick n’ Shine, that typical scent of blended illness and powerful cleaners.
The doctor leaned aw
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