to work on her
Ask a question. Give her something to work on her.
:- Doug.
Through story, calling forth a higher humanity
:- Doug.
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Did I assimilate?
What did I assume?
What did I, do I, seek to assimilate?
What is my role as lawyer, counselor, human?
:- Doug.
The cross exam:
The cross exam is
Who are you?
Whom did you become?
Why? Why again?
Why not?
:- Doug.
Suggest v shouting
The evidence is in; it says I believe:
That to suggest a call to make
Gets us further down the path
Than shouting “Justice for the Dying!”
That I do not know anyone’s final best
And that I feel disappointed in myself
To not have gotten it all
:- Doug.
Rap across my knuckles
A rap across my knuckles
Yet training wheels for the next times:
What little I did in the face of
What I did not do and
The way her dying was deadened
:- Doug.
A pinch is a signal
Well now. It must have pinched deep in my innards, to have me writing two poems! Such a pinch is a signal to look, perchance to change. This is gouging with the pen—more painful than a scalpel! And messier.
:- Doug.
gravel spinach and splinter
Work poetry, work!
slash at poet’s fat and muscle!
pour in gravel spinach and splinter!
:- Doug.
Wasn’t there before
If art creates something
wasn’t there before
and if people leave a meeting
with something no one carried in
then of course meeting is art
:- Doug.
This lawyer in the fog
Often it is this lawyer in the fog
first the course of study
devise the special testing questions
What was my role in this tragedy?
Was it a tragedy? For whom?
What did I fear?
Why did I hold back?
Did I uphold my values?
Values come easily to pen
but will I?
and did I?
Wrestle with that angel
though I know he prevails
and I may get only a new name
yet I want to be aware and there
Maybe there will be
a recognizable me
on the other side
or maybe something larger something smaller
:- Doug.
