Kevin Goodan — We give…
Poetry Unbound
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We Give, We Give.
We give our lungs to the fire their frothy pink and trembling capacities. We give ankles, hobbled ligaments, tattered, sutured, tattered. Skin we give to ember, to aramids, to the long memory cancer has. A far voice calling weekly for water, for God who is water out there in the brittle woods. Fingers and gloves in ash swollen, potty to the bone,. lactic surgeon arms in calves as we pause, swiping back the grim, slick hair then bending to our ash dark art once more.
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