Francis Santaquilani Poems

After the beast has been put to death
Seize it's enabler.
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Her fat, red lips
Sunk into her white face and
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She's turned her back on the light above.
There are no angels there.
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Under blue sky
I watch two herrons
Standing side by side
On the riverbank,
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by betrayal overrun,

like a ramshackle shed
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You wouldn't remember

The day it all came back.
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The January wind

Freezes a crow
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Eschew the tape,
Scissors and glue,
The Stapler, paste
And mucilage too.
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Here lies the body of a man
Who sired seven sons.
Not one present at his death.
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What more can I do

To impress you?
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