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AngryThomas McAfee

My Grandmother on the Porch of the Old Folks' Home

The center of the group, you sit Too proudly, almost like a queen. The others in attendance seem To wait. What will you say? I know The haughty straightness is not real And you are posed for all the world To see your heart is still in one. Come down! I know the flashing-red Anger in your soul. I know That age humiliates. I know They took some poison from your hand And kept you as their haughty queen.
AngryThomas McAfee

The Alchemy

Before I knew my soul I knew my father's voice, The sacrosanct control Of every final choice And first. The morning bird Sang right or wrong for me By what my father heard. Through his blue eyes I'd see The mare and judge her gait. Somehow from him there grew My mordant soul—with hate And fear enough for two.
AngryThomas McAfee

Semblances

Authority of roses protects us from Our rural selves: we take off overalls And denim shirts to admire the rose bushes. On Sunday afternoons we put on a dark blue tie, Gray trousers, to greet guests beside the blossoms. Ladies delight at the "Talisman" And we delight ourselves at playing gentlemen. A drink in hand, proper words in our mouths We convince ourselves of our meaning. All this is important, even though Night may find us brutal, Throwing shoes at a bathroom wall, Cursing through the door At a wife in bed and crying.

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