Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Twenty-nine
Summer 2012
 
throat
           for danny
Adam Walsh

          your gray      is not     as old      as mine

          you keep      yours      in           eyes

                                               in      jars      with      gold shiny      lids

mine      fell out      of      breast           stained

resin floors      flaked      with      sparks

give me      some of

             yours           in exchange      i

would eat

          your                      cancer away

     take      the guilt from

          your throat           even though

          your      voices      might

go with it                                 yet

                                                            i will      still      hear

                                the           shouting

yelling      at      the ground           wondering

why           it      won’t                      answer back

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