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Silence of the Lord or the Lambs or Whatever
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Hambre del Alma He arrived as usual in the kitchen
But the bomb had been dropped today
We could see the difference,
the blue of his eyes, gone.
By the time it hit home, his face had
been detached
We found it hanging on a telephone wire
Below, he had lost himself
This was the man who never broke his stride
This was the man who fed me for twenty some years
But tonight, no jokes were cracked
We stuffed the meal in silence
Thank you Lord, for making our bones strong
Thank you, Lord, for the hours I slaved to bring
vegetables to the table
Thank you Lord, now return the favor to me
He has needles for legs,
Hot coals for feet.
Unexplainable holes in his brain.
Imagine, life being over, with a single phonecall
We hear the click of his cheek as he sets the
bad news down on the counter
I refill his glass of unsweetened tea and fork
violently at the green beans
Silence,
whatever.
