Mary Naylor (12/17/33 / Chicago, Illinois)
Poems of Mary Naylor
|1.||A Ghostown Called Crazy Creek (Sestina)||4/13/2009|
|2.||A May Basket||5/4/2007|
|6.||AMEN! AMEN! (Haiku)||11/7/2008|
|7.||An Angel Went Walking||7/24/2006|
|8.||An Armoire of Haikus||2/9/2008|
|9.||And The Wind Blows||10/2/2007|
|13.||Basically, It's Just a Stick||6/19/2009|
|14.||Beggars of Iron||9/20/2009|
|16.||Cinco de Mayo||4/5/2009|
|20.||Dancin' in Paris||2/19/2006|
Die, Killer, Die
A red veil was floating around the killer's head,
and his face was a cold, hard, mask.
He entered the execution chamber
and they strapped him to the chair.
They lowered the cap to his bare,
shaved skull. Out in the yard you could hear
the demonstrator's call and cry, Die, Killer, Die There were a few quiet sobs, a few shudders and gasps,
but mostly there was a fireball of rage burning inside,
and a red mist hanging over hard, hard, eyes.