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"The Palace of Lists" by Gary Margolis

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  • wdestiny44@aol.com
    THE PALACE OF LISTS Where are we hiding our weapons of the heart? In the heartland or here, in the north, where the racked deer - those tan harts - are safe
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 28, 2003

      THE PALACE OF LISTS

      Where are we
      hiding our
      weapons
      of the heart?
      In the heartland
      or here, in the north,
      where the racked deer -
      those tan harts -
      are safe until next
      November?
      Where is the list
      we are expected
      to disclose that
      comes closest
      to what we feel
      when we see a deer
      hanging from a maple
      branch, gutted and
      curing, when we can't
      say what we think?
      How far into the palace
      of lists do we walk
      before we find our room
      of fear, its walls hung
      with rugs, stories of
      the kill woven into
      their threads?
      How long will it take
      to know what we are told
      must be there, chambered
      and ready to be known?
      Even that six-pointed buck
      can tell what we have eaten
      when the wind pulls us
      into his knowing
      and there is nothing
      between us except
      the unafraid air.

      by Gary Margolis
      Middlebury, Vermont

      Gary is director of the center of
      counseling and Human Relations at
      Middlebury College

      from the book
      "Poets Against the War"
      edited by Sam Hamill
      2003

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