Unreel the human weave to molten stone
And still you’ll find the upraised arm of Cain.
The hand that rigged the flesh in Abu Ghraib
Caressed another’s for the feel of home.
Source: Poetry (May 2008).
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This poem originally appeared in the May 2008 issue of Poetry magazine
Daniel Tobin was born in Brooklyn, New York, to Irish American parents. In his work as a poet, scholar, and editor, he frequently explores Irish ancestry and Irish American heritage. Praised for their formal control and narrative adeptness, Tobin’s poetry collections include Where the World Is Made (1999), Double Life (2004), The Narrows (2005), Second Things (2008), and Belated Heavens (2010), which won a Massachusetts Book . . .
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