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ОглавлениеFOR KC AFTER LOSING HIS BROTHER
after Eduardo C. Corral
Before the rain the grass
stands straight like an ancient army.
Maybe a cat guts a rat
on the porch.
Listen.
The leaves turn themselves over to be beaten.
A split tree trunk
could be an escape
from the prison of growth
but a broken bone is never
the source of light we think it is.
Listen.
The valley sounds like it’s incinerating.
Hay bales
the silent heads of giants.
Choose.
The facts or the memory?
A sheet of rain
cuts over the hill.
A sheet of rain
cuts over the hill
like a knife across a lamb’s throat.
