Poems by Brooks Haxton
Monster Minded
... pure enough to stop the heart ...
Thy Name
... King David to the harp and sackbut sings, in paraphrase, My luck ...
Unclean
... Here, the preacher (burning in his bones with fever, puking ...
1985
... Psalm 58It was the fortieth year since Buchenwald: two thousand ...
I Want to Pray
... In the hidden part thou shalt make me to know ...
Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged
... Psalm 22When fever burned the last light out of my daughters eyes, ...
Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears
... Yet, looking now into the room of strangers' eyes, I wanted ...
Sackcloth
... Psalm 102I made sackcloth my garment once, by cutting ...
Rotgut
... I took him, staggering and laughing, in my arms, and soon, ...
