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by John McKernan Half full Of dried blood Pass me a new battery please The light in this room Is peeling itself from the walls That's how I understood Emily Dickinson And her war with God I also understood The quick fists of Pat Harrington To my right eye & my first sip of blood Then Jerry Sibert's knee to my groin Teaching me several new languages I learned early How to stare at a summer sunset For three hours And not flinch As daily darkness entered this world Quiet as a hammer lying on a pillow Copyright 2013. All rights reserved.
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