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| Robert Davidson, NMAI, Spring 2014 |
This Violence
To touch you
I stand back.
To see you I stay blind.
To remember you,
I re-member you –
Soldering your hands to your arms,
And your fingers to your face
So you can feel again
your own expressions,
your own blood
pulsing at the surface
like night coming down
ready to rest
and end the war.
Tell me you knew, with-
Out spring’s confirmation:
You knew in winter.
Your small fingers are
A black nail driving through me
Like night breaking day.
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