Sunday, April 23, 2006














this was a challenge poem
for my workgroup. it's
based on a goya painting.



may third 1880
shootings


i feel my arms raised
why. why?
it is as if i am standing just
beyond my own reach
it is all sound and no sound
i can see my eyes reflected
in the drop of sweat that runs
down my killer's cheek
my eyes but yet not
for i am already gone
just beyond my reach.

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