For Christophe
You came, Christophe
When hope was lost.
Though hope is never lost
When doctors
Peering into crevices
And nodding knowingly
Over the scent of semen,
Said you would not be born. (more…)
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Unanswered Question
On other days you bring your steno’s pad
And your half silence, half a girlish smile.
Today you brought a wound you never had
And took dictation standing half a mile.
Yes, wounds to me are quite familiar things
I too have seen too many people die
Jammed in cockpits shorn of youthful wings
Scattered flesh like confetti in the sky. (more…)