David P Williams Poems

Alongside Whitman we worked
in the tents and borrowed rooms
of pain and blood
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I wish this were a sacrifice time
a flaten tin cans and bind up paper time
a Cub scout drive time
A Spitfire and Helldiver time
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I have cupped the butts of sea mounts
in my hands
and brought the fecund ocean to my lips
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They are afraid of us, of course,
the women
Yet they allow us entry
to their very interior.
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