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Kathryn Levy: The Protest

I’m afraid for my daughter.

I’m afraid for the air

my daughter keeps breathing—or

struggling to breathe. I am

afraid for myself—at

night I can hear them,

the huge missiles hissing. Late

at night I can see him—

the president signing millions of orders,

his hand like a robot’s, the ground

sinking beneath him.

I’m afraid of the gases

bubbling in the cesspools—are we

all falling in? My skipping

daughter cries, Mommy, can’t we

go to the circus? —I weep in my coffee

like a clown.


 

Copyright 2018 Kathryn Levy

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8 comments on “Kathryn Levy: The Protest

  1. I love the structure and rhythm of this, even though the substance breaks my heart.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Susan Hankla
    June 8, 2018

    Kthryn, this is profound.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Christine Rose
    June 8, 2018

    I to fear for my grandson

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Philip F. Clark
    June 8, 2018

    Kathryn, this is so fine! ‘I weep in my coffee / like a clown.’ Beautiful and stark construction.

    Liked by 1 person

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