Poems by Zitner Sheldon
The Bad News
... back to enjoy,the bad news sprang up everywhere on its own,needing no messenger, and no longer news ...
Deus Abconditus
... Where women groan in labour He does not goto uncurl the clubfoot or forestall dementia,nor does He rise in parliament or in the streetto strip the rhetoric that flattens cities,nor does He enter intimate rooms at midnightto unsay the unforgivable,yet all His absences cry out,evoking human charity. ...
Dining Alone
... ing fondly of our absent friends,yet not missing them too much,supposing they are at other pleasures ...
For Murray Hunter, M.D.
... o gallant an enemy his due:the coup de grace of massive stroke,the grudging favour of fatal accident ...
A Hoffa Lieutenant Reminisces
... neighbourhood I grew up,Your rent's behind, you're on the street,Your stuff on show, getting remarks ...
The Kiss
... an increments:come summer, tepid whispers,by autumn, fingertips,and full surrender when desire froze ...
The Prospect Behind Us
... he bush, heavily laden, prepared for the worst--to be stung or bitten, or not to be heard from again ...
Rutherford's Division of the Atom
... and then the hands of gods,is it a providence that the germ of thingsis free of purpose and remorse ...
Weed
... know mine,Sun-sharer, your mouth and mineThirst together, and your breathRestores what mine consumes ...
