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Smoke (American Poets Continuum: 62)

Smoke - Dorianne Laux His voice, toward the end, was a soft coal breakingopen in the little stove of his heart.. . . other deaths came on, as if by permission—beloved teacher, cousin, a lover slipped from my lifethe way a rope slithers from your gripLast Words. . . Somewherea Dumpster is ratcheted open by the clawsof a black machine. All down the blocksomething inside you opens and shuts.SmokeDoesn't this part give you the chills?We nod in agreement, then settle againinto our separate worlds. In mineI'm beholden to any boy brave enoughto be stunned, to sit still and hushedwhile the grievous tones wash through himlike dusk.Stairway to HeavenSuch abundance. We are gorged, engorging, and gorgeous.Life is Beautiful