POEM
Shame
Joshua WeinerI hid the deed:
—would my life end?
The grackle called it back again.
The grackle then
became
my life. A swan’s neck
curling to ask
what if
uncurled
to reach into the reed,
and struck the stone
of what I did.
The grackle called it back again.
The grackle called it back again.
Source: Poetry (January 2006).
This poem originally appeared in the January 2006 issue of Poetry.
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