Cod with the Voice of a Cantor Still we send the trawlers out, although no one alive has heard the song, and no one dead will tell. Boat after boat hauls back, and captains hold their silent ground on decks of gasping contraband to listen for a note, a tentative first ‘O’ among the mottled […]
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The Wounds
Betrayal begins at home, a fine-boned fledgling,
blown-in through your window, heart a-shiver.