Tuesday, March 1, 2011


            for my sons

A red spot on his face attracts a demon

hummingbird, who appears to kiss
a kind of kiss of death's near miss,
each of my boys hearing
its thrumming

wings beating about
their wounds quick
as their hearts
speed with fright

a melanoma's diagnosed;

their twin
bravado sets
like pitch against
their deaths,

and soon, we are

heretics in this.