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Or to Put It Another Way - Poem

Commonweal,  Dec 21, 2001  by Jeanne Murray Walker

   She is following the voices
   as I once followed a car in darkness
   ahead of me, the tail lights
   like two pieces of red fire
   smeared on my windshield
   by rain. I didn't know
   what I wanted or why,
   but I was resolute,
   steering through dangerous curves,
   swaying like a bundle,
   mad with the need
   to catch someone
   I thought I knew.
   Or to put it another way,
   she is like the terrified fawn, head
   up, standing between the barbed wire
   and my car, its nose sniffing
   violently to catch the scent
   of its mother who
   fled when she
   heard the horn, its ears
   alert as two little sound dishes
   to catch any twitch in
   the long tan weeds. What I mean,
   my mother is leaving us,
   she has already forgotten us,
   concentrating on the voices,
   because it takes concentration
   to die properly, to find
   some way to enter
   all that terrible glory.

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