Best Poem of G.C. Waldrep

Many Of Us Identify With Animals
Half a toy being better than
none. A forest being better than none.
An argot, a pidgin. And the miraculous brevity
of small objects. A broken comb. Detach'd
leg of a beetle. One thinks of children
on their crutches, their encounters with ghosts.
Of all shapes & sizes. Thin branches
of the river myrtles . . .
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The Night Autopsy
Things start with fire, or else with music.
Some of us are at the restaurant where the bird got in,
and some of us are elsewhere, and anyway
that was another occasion, some other evening.

Outside, crowds of young people are cheering.
They do this every afternoon here,
about this time. I hear their voices . . .
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