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“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Twenty

REVULSION

I make the warm day

shut itself or stray

over the cliffs and through

the wind-weary air

to the birdless rocks beneath:

And what if I

bequeath you this,

and this and furthermore

this incensed indifference

to the classical myth

of love and a bundle of yarn

and the wherewithal to break

your neck in an evening of wild alarm

with only the indifferent birds

to hear your tired throat rattle

at the back of an ending day?

I have seen men kinder

to their enemies’ dogs  –  but writing this is one man

measuring your every weakness

for the lethal punch,

and the final hard harangue.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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