Francis Santaquilani Poems

still awake, a boy listens

while rain keeps beat
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He ordered
A rare steak for her anyway.
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Death be proud
You took the one
We wanted you to
Job well done.
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Bow your head, angel,
Guide my lips to your crown,
Keep them far from your face,
Far from the battleground.
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on the sidewalk a severed hand
with fingers still
in typing position
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We have these games.

I watch, you play.
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Is it a haunting

If it comes with an alarm
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Santa is in the creche!
Cradling baby Jesus
In his mittens.
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Hey!
You want to go for a walk,
Then stop at that spot
Where the creek meets the river,
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Tears fall at a wake
A boy holding his head in his hands
Smothers a laugh.
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