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Judith R. Robinson: Black Scar
Scar black scar
the artist’s long
black scar
symbol
in the earth
of the rip
in the body human
payment
in flesh all wars
are economic
the cost
charged the poor
black
the blood of Danny
long since
blackened
dried and caked
oh Danny boy
who is no more
he whom I loved
and he whom they loved
the Ebert’s older son
remember him
he played a drum
the paper boy on Linden
Copyright 2023 Judith R. Robinson. First published in California Quarterly. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.
Judith R. Robinson‘s poetry collections include Buy A Ticket (Word Poetry 2022). She lives in Pittsburgh PA.
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Beautiful pathos. Reminds me of Joyce’s The Dead.
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I hadn’t thought of that comparison, John. But yes, I see it now. thank you. Michael Simms Publisher/Vox Populi Founder/Autumn House Press Author/Nightjar (poems) Author/American Ash (poems) Author/Strange Meadowlark (poems) https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/strange-meadowlark-michael-simms/1143600725?ean=9781933974538&fbclid=IwAR1XYpwzY8Hjq7SIbYsdVXSxC1i38_40sCA7mcenKvaSLxxwxu72tEdQ5FQ Author/Bicycles of the Gods: A Divine Comedy (novel) Author/The Green Mage (novel) https://madvillepublishing.com/product/green-mage/
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Heartrending.
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he whom I loved
and he whom they loved
the Ebert’s older son
remember him
he played a drum
How one detail can make a whole poem so poignant….
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Yes, those lines you quoted bring the poem home.
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