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VALPARAISO POETRY REVIEW
Contemporary Poetry and Poetics



 
 

~DANIEL TOBIN~





BB




Bright grit, pellet, bead of summeriest bronze
Broken off the string of a furled necklace,
Pearl of my anger’s petrifying slough,
I loaded the like of this one by one
One afternoon into the barrel’s craw,
Then went for those boys and their mocking names
With my father’s tree-target gun, my aim
Honed to the moment when the pupil narrows—

Though no one fell at the burls of my hate,
And my brother trooped me away, the dot
Of my self’s little i, rogue period,
Smaller than this box-bound, reddish planet.
I hear thousands falling now, in the first
Drops, the patter, the babble on the roof.



 

© by Daniel Tobin
 


 
 

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