Jeff Gangwer Poems
The Assassination Of Thomas Howard
Her husband rocked back and forth in his chair;
He nodded, smiled, and combed back his hair.
She worked merrily in her domestic activities;
She knew not his crimes, nor his violent proclivities.
They spoke not a word—their two children nearby,
Running and hiding—not yet knowing "goodbye."
She straightened her apron; he lit his cigar—
Husband and wife—admiration from afar.
Amid laughter and frolic—the children at play—
Thomas stood from his chair and looked with dismay:
A "friend" had arrived—cowardly and young—
Coy and speaking with ...
I Write To You
I write to you from the arch in my back—
From the bend in my frame—
From a painful spot—
From good posture's enemy
I write from the a** in my seat—
From the legs that carry;
From the knees that climb—
From the bottom—up, up, and up