Poetry
Otten, Charlotte F.
Charlotte F. Often Two Sons Dead 2 Samuel 21 Her face crisscrossed by telephone wires Two sons dead for Saul'-; blood-guilt, Or was it Nam that crucified them? Green-bellied, flowers burning at...
...Their flesh is barley broken in the dark...
...Then David hears (or Nixon) and gathers bones The color of the rain in barley harvest...
...Green-bellied, flowers burning at her feet...
...She spreads herself by day and night upon a rock, And sings to keep the birds and rats away...
Vol. 116 • April 1989 • No. 8
