POEM
Fiser, Karen
POEM Karen Fiser The Angel Standing in the Sun Words come into your life unhidden. They arc messengers who must arrive on time. Here forever is the turtle with grandfather's knife plunged into...
...The child cries no...
...that hurts, that hurts, that hurts, as the doctor leaning over to me whispers, I just want to listen to your heart...
...Here forever is the turtle with grandfather's knife plunged into its softer underbelly...
...One morning you stand listening in the front hall, hearing the glass shatter as it's thrown into the truck, you must have heard it a dozen times before but here you are...
...Thinks, this must be what pain is...
...the sound of damage moving down the street, and you here, weeping without reason...
...The turtle keeps struggling...
...no, no...
...At the clinic a little boy screams inconsolably before the saw has even touched his cast...
...So Anscombe looked up from the bottom of the falls, water plummeting down the karst, thinking finally she understood what down meant...
...it wasn't expecting to be hurt from that side, it wasn't protected...
Vol. 60 • August 1996 • No. 8
