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Jul/Aug 2008 Poetry Special Feature

Engineering

by Greta Bolger


Engineering

Blanched celery, intentionally albino,
covered with paper at ripening
to keep out sunís greening rays,

unlike the red-eyed boy kept hidden
in the empty cistern, born in a suspicious
country where accidents of birth

make the odd one a target for stones.
Heís only safe at night, when mother
draws him up with rope, agate-eyed

and cold, to sit awhile in her soft lap,
eat the red and brown things she brings
to darken his magic, dim his bright.

 

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