A Hard Glory: “Let Us Go to the ‘Them’”

O let none say I Love until aware What huge resources it will take to nurse One ruining speck, one tiny hair That casts a shadow through the universe: We are the deaf immured within a loud And foreign language of revolt, a crowd Of poaching hands and mouths who out of fear Have learned a safe

11.20.2009| Features, Volume 5, Issue 1 | Paul G. Nauert