Charles Harper Webb
Charles Harper Webb Poems
- The Death Of Santa Claus He's had the chest pains for ...
- Blind It's okay if the world goes with Venetian; Who cares ...
- Silent Letters Treacherous as trap door spiders, they ...
- Enthusiasm "Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me Play ...
- The Wife Of The Mind Sharecroppers' child, she was more ...
- Suitcase Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping his ...
- Giant Fungus 40-acre growth found in Michigan. — The Los ...
Charles Harper Webb is an American poet, professor, psychotherapist and former singer and guitarist. His most recent poetry collection is Shadow Ball (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2009). His honors include a Whiting Award, a Guggenheim Fellowship, The Kate Tufts Discovery Award, a Pushcart Prize and inclusion in The Best American Poetry 2006. His poems have appeared in literary journals and magazines including American Poetry Review, Paris Review, and Ploughshares. Webb was born in Philadelphia, and grew up in Houston. He earned his B.A. in English from Rice University, and an M.A. in English from the University of Washington, and an M.F.A. in Professional Writing and his PhD in ... more »
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The Death Of Santa Claus
He's had the chest pains for weeks,
but doctors don't make house
calls to the North Pole,
he's let his Blue Cross lapse,
blood tests make him faint,
hospital gown always flap
open, waiting rooms upset
his stomach, and it's only
indigestion anyway, he thinks,
until, feeding the reindeer,
he feels as if a monster fist
has grabbed his heart and won't
stop squeezing. He can't
breathe, and the beautiful white
world he loves goes black,
and he drops on his jelly belly
in the snow and Mrs. Claus
tears out of the toy ...