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The Petals of Seven Dead Daisies (revised) Inside the book I bought at Steve's its yellow pages frail as fins, were tiny pin-holes, drilled straight through as if a worm had thought to bind the book from falling to decay but lacked the string to hold it fast. Inscribed in 1936 "To Emily, from Jonathan with seven daisies for your vase, to tavern me as I repair to join my comrades in Madrid." A Bantam memoir of John Reed the margins marked with fountain pen, a note, describing how she longed to share the theatre with Jon. When I opened to the end I saw the petals fall and knew that Jonathan had fallen too and Emily had pressed the flowers in this parchment grave as tribute to another time, a time when evil and real good had marched with guns across a plain to face each in the sun. It was the round that evil won. |
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A version of this poem previously published in The San Fernando Journal, 1994
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