IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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THE VICTIM

Olive Senior

Bobby Curren alias Festus alias Gre Gre never come home last night Bobby Curren tie up tight in crocus bag two fingernail and him eyelid gone Bobby Curren wont walk again without toes but who need that or head when you dead?


BIRDSHOOTING SEASON

Olive Senior

Birdshooting season the men make marriages with their guns My father's house turns macho as from far the hunters gather All night long contentless women stir their brews: hot coffee chocolata, cerassie wrap pone and tie-leaf for tomorrow's sport. Tonight the men drink white rum neat. In darkness shouldering their packs, their guns, they leave We stand quietly on the doorstep shivering. Little boys longing to grow up birdhunters too Little girls whispering: fly Birds Fly.

 
 
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