Francis Santaquilani Poems

We are tigers.
You are the larger one.
I warred against your whirl,
Then billowed to your bite.
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He's in this room?

He's not being rocked
Side to side.
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I like how you pray.

You just stop
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Never by gold or silver hands
On a black face, or bonging
Menacingly from a tower
In some foreign place.
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It was an unattended death.

The universe looked the other way
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While zigzagging through leafless
Trees on a moonlit night
A cold wind bumps into
A gutted house, trips and
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The ashes that were his photos
Have long since disintegrated.
Somehere up north
He's encased in frozen soil dusted with snow.
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E.D. ascend for me always,
Without end, in your kitchen
Suddenly frozen in mid-knead,
Leave your dough to rise,
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butter knives scraping toast, warm dreams

exchanged over coffee, winter backs
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