| William Dawes faint tinkling down the street moved me from Swan to Mass Ave the skinny men running into Boston. Why
I don't know. Let's go to town hall giant horses Paul Revere & William Dawes and horses hairy poop lands splat on the brick. Get em to sign your program. It's not even really Paul Revere I went to the other guy he signed William Dawes was there really a him he signed all antiquey I think it's in my trunk and horses went down the street again after the runners I don't even think they live here. They run all the way into Boston. Why
little babies dying
man's and people losing their leg you live in the world now in history it's true is not a fake.
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| Copyright © 2013 by Eileen Myles. Used with permission of the author. |
About this Poem: "The bombing in Boston triggered a memory of the estrangement/fascination I felt as a kid about the marathon & the accompanying reenactment of Paul Revere's ride on that day. And the death of Martin from Dorchester made me think of all the killed babies of the world, everyone."
Eileen Myles
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