Francis Santaquilani

Francis Santaquilani Poems

We are tigers.
You are the larger one.
I warred against your whirl,
Then billowed to your bite.
...

He's in this room?

He's not being rocked
Side to side.
...

I like how you pray.

You just stop
...

Never by gold or silver hands
On a black face, or bonging
Menacingly from a tower
In some foreign place.
...

It was an unattended death.

The universe looked the other way
...

While zigzagging through leafless
Trees on a moonlit night
A cold wind bumps into
A gutted house, trips and
...

The ashes that were his photos
Have long since disintegrated.
Somehere up north
He's encased in frozen soil dusted with snow.
...

9.

E.D. ascend for me always,
Without end, in your kitchen
Suddenly frozen in mid-knead,
Leave your dough to rise,
...

butter knives scraping toast, warm dreams

exchanged over coffee, winter backs
...

11.

still awake, a boy listens

while rain keeps beat
...

He ordered
A rare steak for her anyway.
...

Death be proud
You took the one
We wanted you to
Job well done.
...

Bow your head, angel,
Guide my lips to your crown,
Keep them far from your face,
Far from the battleground.
...

on the sidewalk a severed hand
with fingers still
in typing position
...

16.

We have these games.

I watch, you play.
...

Is it a haunting

If it comes with an alarm
...

Santa is in the creche!
Cradling baby Jesus
In his mittens.
...

Hey!
You want to go for a walk,
Then stop at that spot
Where the creek meets the river,
...

20.

Tears fall at a wake
A boy holding his head in his hands
Smothers a laugh.
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The Best Poem Of Francis Santaquilani

We Are Tigers

We are tigers.
You are the larger one.
I warred against your whirl,
Then billowed to your bite.
Now I measure the force
Of your affection for me
In pounds per square inch.

That last day,
Before you carried me away,
That bad and good day,
The last day I thought of nothing
Swept horizontal:
Tall grass fanned my neck,
Half sleep was plump,
Clouds for clouds sake slid over me.
The day sank to my knees
And crawled with me in tow.

By your teeth
And your spin
The void fell away.
The day sped to a smudge
And clouds stampeded. And
One last look.

We are a team now.
Team terrible.
Blasting the void,
Pouncing on colors, shapes and sound.
I am your eyes and you are my ears.

Yet we don't trust each other.
You'll never remove your teeth from my neck
And I clutch your thick tail, like a lifeline.
We are both hunter and prey.
We dream on the prowl.

My life is full of bones.
More picked clean than not.
My eyes burn.
A knee to the bed
Is the crack of a twig.
A yawn is a scent launched.
I feel your turn.

Francis Santaquilani Comments

Karen Sinclair 10 January 2014

Exceptional. A great writer....

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Yvonne Prete 14 January 2012

I liked today's poem and the Abortion Haiku. That's the only poetry criticism I oernut,

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