“Suspect” by Jack Grapes

Suspect
the poem
that is not
a matter
of life & death.
It is like
all the other
poems
that are not
matters
of life & death.
When a man
talks to you
without
blinking an eye,
when a man
listens
without glancing
over his shoulder,
his hand
is on a knife
and he knows
what he wants.
He wants
your crippled mother
clutching that
foolish poem
in her
wheelchair
hands.

Jack Grapes

Jack Grapes

(from his book “Trees, Coffee and the

Eyes of Deer”)

All Rights Reserved

© 1995

2 comments

  1. lkthayer · December 6, 2009

    “in her wheelchair hands”…Jack you slay me, you are a dragon slayer, you make us get into the belly of our beast and make friends with it, til it rocks and coos like an infant in our arms. –LK 🙂

  2. Adesh Kaur · December 7, 2009

    Okay. Kill me now. I LOVE THIS POEM. “Life or death.” Yes. “…. clutching that foolish poem…. ” O Jack. Thank you.

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