Poetry:
Mangan, Margaret
Margaret Mangan The Poor For years they have gone without eyes. If we come and drop eyes onto their plates, they eat them in their ignorance. For decades they have flushed their teeth into rain...
...Others try to sleep in trees, where it is safe...
...What can you do with such people...
...What is the use...
...For decades they have flushed their teeth into rain gutters, preferring slow sounds, trying to get away from their own violence...
...Some of them grow orchids in their bathtubs...
...Many are celebratory, despite everything...
...Very few own bootstraps...
Vol. 116 • September 1989 • No. 15
