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In the Frailty Winter  

something beautiful
about the baker’s wife,
dead
in the diner
in the cold cold
in the frailty winter

please please
is the baker’s call
in the kitchen,
in the hungry, helpless,
hearkened with moon

slow slow
is the calorie’s sap
on the dead wife’s
blood
on the alleys
on the angel’s throat
on the nakeds of God.

please please
is the baker’s call
for the baker’s wife,
dead
in the diner
in the cold cold
in the frailty winter.

 

Evan Nagle
Copyright 2004

 

Evan Nagle is a part-time writer and a part-time farmer. He lives in Indianapolis, Indiana.


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