Joel Chace



                    


          under mind the matter
          lies deeper remembrance
          is for rue
          the fastest way from school 
          crossing the good
          doctor's yard
          he holding the needle lies
          deeper than the mind telling us time
          would shrink blue persuasion smoother than
          a baby's butt one little two
          little indians good
          little indians the good doctor
          telling us we were
          feathers dancing the wind flowers
          spinning the deep
          pond dragging the darkness smoother than a needle
          in vein we'd seen the chalk
          words the black
          board the other
          doctor telling us people turned
          to dust and saints
          always take the fastest
          way home crossing
          the good doctor's yard 
          but the other doctor telling us
          that back was long a long
          lawn and deeper
          than rue than fear than blue
          than years than 
          words white chalk yellow
          dust black
          board crimson velvet in the good
          doctor's basement dancing
          a storm he telling us one
          little two little
          just for us just between
          us keep it yellow photographs
          remembrance is
          for rue in a glass tube in a metal
          cabinet under dust under
          mind under needles 
          saints words
          lies





                    


          you don't let me read my poem I'm
          gonna have to blow off your head can't                                 
          say he didn't warn her though months
          went by as the bullet journeyed through
          her lower lip the fence of
          teeth the palate and
          the little backdoor V of neck and hair                                 
          then week by week the other students
          watched the slow                                                       
          writing spatter on the wall calcium       
          follicle bone a zodiac
          of blame flung
          out against the black
          board



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