Guest Poet Michael J. Andrews
Every time I notice a silence
I let it dwell within me a little,
but this one, this silence
caused by those beggar children,
or the old man hobbling, mumbling the Koran,
or the abandoned wives squatting and birthing on the streets,
I try not to let settle in my soul,
if thatís what we have,
and at moments
I continue our conversation
around their heads and through their bodies
because inevitably a law has been broken
and I feel a letch, a scorpion,
a baboon afraid of its reflection,
a crude barbarian
with my clothes and my food.
Michael J. Andrews's questions:
Is the arch of the poem smooth or does it jerk the reader around?
Is line 8 not necessary, and if not, does it add another dimension to the poem without necessarily being integral?
Are the "abandoned wives" too harsh an image?
Does it have emotional impact?
Does it preach its message or explain it?
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