John Tansey Poems

I have had my fill of this Winter,
the lifelessness in its frost
Fingers stiff, face pale
It's cold pain in the bone
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Speaking gutturally in the fractured
fragments of a foreign language
a tongue unknown to her
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Going out
I leave a lit lamp
and t.v on
so on return
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like the hawk, spiraling
on a downdraft
a suicidal freefall
crashing through rented
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All is, And That is All
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You never called me baby

Not once through all the long years
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Like Zen in Her Old Age
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White Weddings and Wet Funerals Final
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All is, And That is All
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It is always comforting to know,
As you grow

That your childhood heroes,
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