Punjab 60 
 
 

     Ravenous, dust pocked, 
     I could pick scabs 
     die in the remains 
          die 
               have you not seen 
     the hands of my neighbour 
     hollowed between the bone 
     like her eyes? 
             half the rice 
   of her cup the missioner gave her 
      she brought to Krishna, 
      quarter to me, 
        the children fought her 
        and the dogs 
                for the rest. 
 
 

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Blake's Law

COLUMBINE TRYPTICH
Ode
Queen of the May
Lullaby for the Dead
Communion
Dishonesty
Eye
The Fiddle

POEMS FOR FORT WORTH
Fort's Worth
For Cassandra
Soughing Song: Fort Worth

Futility
The Gate
Harvest
Pause
Punjab 60
Song
Stones
Ulster
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