Foreign Song

By Katie Ford Katie Ford
To bomb them,
we mustn’t have heard their music
or known their waterless night watch,
we mustn’t have seen how already
the desert was under constant death bells
ringing over sleeping cribs and dry wells.
We couldn’t have wanted
this eavesdropping
of names we’ve never pronounced
praying themselves towards death.
I try to believe in us—
we must not
have heard
their music.

Source: Poetry (November 2012).

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This poem originally appeared in the November 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

November 2012
 Katie  Ford

Biography

Katie Ford is the author of Deposition (2002), Colosseum (2008), and the forthcoming Blood Lyrics (2014), all published by Graywolf Press. She teaches at Franklin & Marshall College.

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SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Social Commentaries, War & Conflict

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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