David Baker Poems

Yesterday a little girl got slapped to death by her daddy,
out of work, alcoholic, and estranged two towns down river.
America, it's hard to get your attention politely.
America, the beautiful night is about to blow up
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Up the dog bounds to the window, baying
like a basset his doleful, tearing sounds
from the belly, as if mourning a dead king,
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Language must suffice.

Years ago,
under a sweet June sky
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1. THE TRUTH ABOUT SMALL TOWNS

It never stops raining. The water tower's tarnished
as cutlery left damp in the widower's hutch.
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