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Two Poems

One Grenade

“There will be many poems written
in the shape of a grenade”
—John Haines

They’re in a helicopter
or a Hummer
or a plane with an open
bay for the firing
and dropping of weapons
and a soldier accidentally
drops a grenade and it rolls
across the floor
and explodes taking both
legs and an arm
of another soldier and
it is a cause for lifelong
suffering and grief and
concern and expense
and therapy and trauma
again and again inflicted
and revisited and subject
to retelling only within
the context of patriotism
and heroism, and yet
that same grenade, had it
been used for murder
domestic or personal
back home, there would
be universal condemnation,
although to be fair to that
grenade it was like a pet
pit bull, and did only
what it was made to do.

Copyright 2015 by David Ray http://www.davidpoet.com
First published in Thorny Locust magazine

Even As Birds

“We all die, even birds….And so I went out into the world.”
—Maxim Gorky, My Life

You were two years old—or ten, or twenty, or fifty—
the first time the world opened before you as if

meant only for you, your advance into the green
or the blue that was like a sharp gong sounding

on the air, or perhaps a swarm of molecules busy
as bees stung your eyes, and after that the clouds

seemed to part just for you, not the jet plane in which
you were a passenger, and never again could museums

compete with scenes of such gold and glory as you
beheld by strolling the earth. Since that day when

you first saw or heard the strange message of nature
you have had an odd faith that nothing is quite

random or not designed by some divinity. You
have honored as many gods as a Greek or Roman,

yet rarely have managed to believe in the light
within you, the one others claim they see in your eyes.

Copyright 2015 by David Ray http://www.davidraypoet.com
First published in Pilgrimage magazine

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