David McLansky Poems

In that time
When Poetry is coming to me
What is the shape
What is the size
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I know a bird that sings and tweets
From a tree high on my street,
Every morning, every evening,
I hear it’s loud and mournful keening.
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I live in hope that your faith
Is not delusion tempering fear
In hope your prayers are not a waste
That God and Heaven at death appear;
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The sky a canopy of cold
In the silence where no bird sings,
Vile is winter, bitter, old,
Yet beneath the snow, what wealth springs;
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Do not let my thoughts turn that way
That on this hot oppressive day
Where blood is blasted in the streets
Where men I've loved are bloodied meat;
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I could not rescue you my friend
Though you curled around my feet;
I could not give you home and rug
After weeks of cold and sleet;
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He sought to protect the Church’s wealth
His silence was a form of stealth
He turned a deaf ear to the cries
Of dying Jews whom he despised.
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Would you mind
If I made love to you
My wife is still asleep
I just fluffed her covers up
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What was my gift
To advance the species?
Did I make it more secure;
Did some invention that I made
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Nightly she sings
This bird of fire
Deep within the park,
Her warbled song
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