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It must have started from the beach
and crawled up the impossible corners and streets,
what your parents and grandparents
said couldn’t happen
but knew it could
the great fear
that keeps our heads down
and I too feel
the flames in my throat
and as I look up
through Irish American lights
I sit unable to move
only shake
and bite the side of my blind womb
in dark forever rooms
that didn’t exist
I hear the hushed tones of love and disgust
and I can feel
but only vaguely hear
and surely not never see
the world
from the dark underneath
doomed to spend all your days
in close dark ignorance
under the table

Frank A. Possemato


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