Floodlights have flared on behind and above
Where I sit in my public chair.
The lawn that had gradually darkened has brightened.
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1. DELIRIUM, AFTER RIMBAUD
How many hours I kept
that vigil by your side—
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It was so simple: you came back to me
And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter
But that. That you had gone away from me
And lived for days with him—it didn't matter.
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By the time I recalled that it is also
terrifying, we had gone too far into
the charmed woods to return. It was then
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Let's get this straight: Charles Graner
is not America. America would never
hold a knife to his wife's throat, then say
when she woke that he was considering
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If one takes
a walk on a clear sunny
day in middle April,
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It hangs on its
stem like a plum
at the edge of a
darkening thicket.
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We knew the rules and punishments:
three lashes for lack of diligence,
eight for disobeying mother
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The four am cries
of my son worm
through the double
foam of earplugs
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The screamer sleeps, inside.
The desert's wide awake:
the mouse, the rattlesnake.
I've come out here to hide,
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