Wires, by Philip Larkin

The widest prairies have electric fences For though old cattle know they must not stray Young steers are always scenting purer water Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires Leads them to blunder up against the wires Whose muscle-shredding violence gives no quarter...

Ground Zero, by William Stafford

A bomb photographed me on the stone, on a white wall, a burned outline where the bomb rays found me out in the open and ended me, person and shadow, never to cast a shadow again, but be here so light the sun doesn’t know. People on Main Street used to stand in their...

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