This poem is taken from PN Review 231, Volume 43 Number 1, September - October 2016.
Six Poems
Known unto God
To you, your name also,
Did you think there was nothing but two or three
pronunciations in the sound of your name?
– Walt Whitman
Boy on horseback,
boy on a bicycle, boy all the way
from Tolaga Bay
blown to bits in a minute.
*
Once I was small bones
in my mother’s body
just taking a nap.
Now my feet can’t find the sap.
*
In Devil’s Wood
I broke my leg and went beneath a tank.
Strange beast! Last thing I heard
was the guns all going, you know,
blankety-blankety-blank.
...
To you, your name also,
Did you think there was nothing but two or three
pronunciations in the sound of your name?
– Walt Whitman
Boy on horseback,
boy on a bicycle, boy all the way
from Tolaga Bay
blown to bits in a minute.
*
Once I was small bones
in my mother’s body
just taking a nap.
Now my feet can’t find the sap.
*
In Devil’s Wood
I broke my leg and went beneath a tank.
Strange beast! Last thing I heard
was the guns all going, you know,
blankety-blankety-blank.
...
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