Robert Bohm


TO FEDERICO FROM ONE OF THE DISAPPEARED

The sky did it.† To me, companero.†
The flagpoleís shadow, the pythonís outstretched belly,
swelled with what youth didnít know.† You grew
your hair long but it hid nothing, least of all

you.† The dead elmís color:† so like
the childís face at dawn as the mother stared at it, sobbing.†

Unaware, bugs walked toward the water
while the water walked toward the bugs.
Someone played piano.††

The world was holy, almost.† I once thought:† should I
brand butterflies and herd them into corrals like cattle?†

In the end, wearing too many faces while returning
from one of my walks by the Hudson, I tilted back my head:†
the sky slashed my throat.† I know, I know:†

it wasnít fair to leave you behind
to write the poetry.†




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