Perry Thompson

Poems
AMERICA, 1966, 2006 (1/25/07)
they can't be wrong
who kill the children
so perfectly and without passion
GARDENERS (11/30/06)
those who never lifted earth
lift my son's body in its sleeping
MADMAN (2/22/07)
Let him tell you about the Latin
Quarter at night, the smudged
river,
smoke from a girl's
fingertips,
their breath in the mist,
how Notre Dame slept like the dead.
SHE SHOULD HAVE NOTICED (7/19/07)
Sad and slender the afternoon
lingers on the Baghdad balcony where the girl, a revolutionary,
plots the overthrow of insect tribes in her tiny garden.
WE LAY WAR (1/4/07)
we lay war
dead shoulder to shoulder
in blank friendship,
WHO ONCE EMBRACED AS LOVERS IN A CURVING (12/28/06)
who once embraced as lovers in a curving
act like the earth itself lie down now in a weather of worms.