by David Radavich
We need to visit
pain and poverty a while.
To answer
who we truly are.
To go into
depth
more deeply.
The inevitable
result of our past feasting
beyond the forest
of recoil
and ultimate return,
having slaughtered down
our sustenance.
Not to worry:
That ferocious beast
we face
is only
ourselves
in ghastly mad
make-up,
last frantic
dash until dawn.
David Radavich's poetry publications include Slain Species (Court Poetry Press, London), By the Way (Buttonwood Press, 1998), Greatest Hits (Pudding House Press, 2000), and America Bound: An Epic for Our Time (Plain View Press, 2007)as well as individual poems in anthologies and magazines. His plays have been performed across the U.S. and abroad, including five Off-Off-Broadway productions. He also enjoys writing essays on poetry, drama, and contemporary issues. His latest book is Canonicals: Love’s Hours (Finishing Line, 2009).
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