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My Father’s Grief

August 19, 2011 4 comments

by Susan Facknitz

He wears it like wires,
chicken wire of the rusted coops
that sit outside the house
in crazed angles of neglect,
rat wire’s tiny squares
all over the empty flight cages
inside the house, trip wires
to the mines he cleared
from the roads of Korea
in the long retreat from Cho San.
They hold him up,
not marionette like,
hands above him
in smooth control. More like
yard signs or whirligigs.
things punched into the ground
that give when the wind whips
too fiercely or the earth softens
with rain. He plunks
his bandy legs across whatever ground
he has to each day forgetting
as he goes, synapses starved
and current gone bad,
he wakes the night away
in cold electric light.


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Susan Facknitz has had poems in Poetry East, Mississippi Review and Southwords (Ireland), in addition to her previous appearance in qarrtsiluni (“Flotsam,” in the Water issue).

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Flotsam

May 31, 2008 1 comment

I knew the salt of water.
The sea uncivilizes us,
rages in the blood,
suss and slap against the hull,
don’t simmer this down,
don’t set the waves straight.
But up on deck
or ringed along shoreline,
faces bare themselves
to spray
for that sense of the saline
porous stalks
of sea life brushing the land.
Once in the water
we touch
bony bottom,
our breath
globes above us.

by Susan V. Facknitz

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