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 ...
Workers Of The Earth
I thank the workers of the earth—
those who plant and those who harvest—
The same who cultivate
on readied fields over breaking soil
Drivers at their wheels—