A Book About Nuns and Bananas
May 17, 2013
American Portraits: The Edge
May 21, 2013

Do you remember father, black and blue
—growling, sagging, climbing through
the dirty light dismissing work that day?—
as if the weight of hacking stubs
were bruising as a cancer runs
its torpid course to death?—
—when toils for the few were soup set upon a
fire for suppering stew and tears hushed
sure when sang the upright

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