I cannot know what an innocent I am letting you get to a new world first for truth to tell the life's gone out of it thicket razed to the coast motels by God bus fumes but you're desperate time is of the essence now that it's exactly a year every day in fact seems exactly a year to some of us but nevermind dead a year and still scrutinizing my motives? though you've barely given us a thought it cracks the skull around your heart a gourd as full of seeds as a forest dear father of bear and deer You would like to move right into the heart of the wilderness because you have the hunter's eye "Oh there will be fighting all right" you said I remember you pushed your foot through one of the burning logs I wait all morning and not because I think you'll show you're fickle and I'm not available I have another life suddenly your clothes render you skin and bones you're a ghost when we embrace so it's torture like the luxury of showing me the sea as a child too cold to resist | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |