Jan Sand Poems
- Legacy Split me in two And spread the gash. There, between ...
- The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein My floor is littered With ...
- Let's Let's bake a cake for a snake, Fill our jeans with ...
- Foggy, Foggy Blues There is a morning fog here That rises ...
- Rhyming Pestilence These times dictate a fashion That all ...
- The Funny Old Man There was an old man who was lonely and ...
- Midnight Wind At The Carnival The chill air tumbles down from...
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Split me in two
And spread the gash.
There, between the pillows
Of my lungs, tangled
In my intestines, buried
In the gory gelatine,
You will find my dead son.
Blue eyes like punched out sky.
His mind could cut patterns
From the world more intricate
Than the fretting in a Muslim temple.
At age two, his angers
Could shred the air
With black knives.
At three, an idiot Israeli
Tossed him fifteen feet
With the snout of a red sports car.
He lived thirty years
With a machine for lungs.
His body, twisted and confused,