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Yusef Komunyakaa
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We can cut out Nemesis’s tongueBy omission or simple analysis.
Doesn’t this sin have to marry
Another, like a wishbone
Worked into meat, to grow
Deadly? Snared within
The blood’s quick night,
Our old gods made sex
& wit, of nitrate & titanium,
Hurl midnight thunderbolts
& lightning. Are we here
Because they must question
Every death in an alley,
Every meltdown? We know
We wouldn’t be much, if thorns
Didn’t drive light into wet blooms.
© 1999, Yusef Komunyakaa
From: Poetry, Vol. 175, No. 1, October/November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 175, No. 1, October/November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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Anger
We can cut out Nemesis’s tongueBy omission or simple analysis.
Doesn’t this sin have to marry
Another, like a wishbone
Worked into meat, to grow
Deadly? Snared within
The blood’s quick night,
Our old gods made sex
& wit, of nitrate & titanium,
Hurl midnight thunderbolts
& lightning. Are we here
Because they must question
Every death in an alley,
Every meltdown? We know
We wouldn’t be much, if thorns
Didn’t drive light into wet blooms.
From: Poetry, Vol. 175, No. 1, October/November
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