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How Quickly It Is Done It is a ditch, Its neck stiff. He knows its name, He is a boy. Seven cigarette butts He wonders how it died: It is nothing more than dead. At dinner he watched his father A simple act. The way a hand comes down, And when he slipped beneath the bath Greg Nicholl is an assistant editor at the Johns Hopkins University Press. His poetry has appeared in Arts & Letters, Crab Creek Review, Harpur Palate, Natural Bridge, and elsewhere. website |
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