Poems of Clifton King
|1.||87 Rue Claude Monet||3/21/2014|
|2.||Father's Final Words||7/8/2010|
|7.||Questions For A Friend||3/21/2014|
|8.||San Francisco Bus Ride||3/21/2014|
|9.||Sestina to My Daughter, and My Daughter's Daughter||7/8/2010|
|11.||The Nature of Love||3/21/2014|
|13.||We Were There||7/8/2010|
We Were There
We were there in The Haight, flowers in our hair, beads around
our neck, doe eyed girls bared their breasts, brandished bras;
boys, not yet men, burned draft cards, numbers in the devil’s lottery, political punishment for being born.
We were there when napalm obliterated human decency,
burned babies in their mother’s arms,
denied innocence to those still in the womb.
We were there to see the oxidized eyes of dead