Best Poem of A.J. Ryan

Jason My Son My Only Son
Jason my son my only son
Bought a gun as loud as thunder.
Jason my son my only son
Shot himself, now he's six feet under. . . .
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That Fire On A Winter Night
Oh that fire on a winter night...
The hands swish and sway
Up the chimney, but leave behind
The heat of it, caressing
My skin with its fingertips,
Smothering the bitter draught dead.

It's a swarm of warmth,
The light of my night,
Comfort in day of discomfort...
Oh that fire on a winter . . .
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