Feet of the Messenger
Poems
Poetry’s about butterflies and lips as soft as rose petals, right? Yes, bad poetry. Consider that poets come from all walks of life, including Vietnam War surgeons in a daily struggle to reconcile memories of the battlefield. And faced with the horrific imagery in some of these poems, we can only hope putting poetic words to paper brings some peace to H. C. Palmer. Currently, eighty-one year-old Palmer heads up a writing program for veterans in Kansas City.
Last winter, at The Wall
again. Snowing & very cold.
It seemed we were alone
until a man & woman reflected
in the granite from behind us.
For a long time I watched
them inside the stone.
When I turned
I saw them weeping.
Do you have someone here? I asked.
Just the two of you, she said.
Reviewed by
Matt Sutherland
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