Gary Corseri Poems

Who are these fools who talk so glibly
about war, and sending messages, our role
in the world, credibility? Who elected them,
who signs their checks, what games do they play
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He had a little truth;
He held it with his might.
A little, shining thing
To get him through the night.
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That night, you went swimming in my brain
and all your scales were glimmering;
you sang an old song, too,
about the wind in a bamboo forest.
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When Kathy Kelly Went to Jail


by GARY CORSERI
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I dream of bamboo women:
slender, arching reeds along the river bank,
swaying long, lean bodies
as yellow as the face of China.
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The people of Somalia are not like us.
Their skin is black and gray and parched by sun.
They carry their babies on bony hips,
Walking for miles for a little water.
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He wants a new language!

Ratta-tat-tat! Ratta-tat-tat!
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When the Poets Went on Strike

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I write for the men of a thousand years hence—
And the women—and their healthy children.
And if they are suffering, if night is day,
Then I will drink the cup of despair with them,
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