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Bill Knott Poems

  • Goodbye
    If you are still alive when you read this,
    close your eyes. I am
    under their lids, growing black.
    ...
  • Face In The Window
    I am a modest house, a house solely
    notable for the fact I lived here once.
    Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye
    in which two pupils of hydrogen dance. ...
  • Obsolescent
    Bending over like this to get my hands empty
    Rummaging through the white trashcans out back
    Of the Patent Office I find a kind of peace
    Here in this warm-lit alley where no one comes. ...
  • Escape Plan
    I examine
    my skin

    searching for ...
  • (desire)threadbare(desires)
    -to S.

    The light lay in shreds across the bed,
    only your waking could make it whole; ...
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World 9 Death 8 Light 8 Time 7 Face 6 Sun 5 Long 5 Space 5 House 4 Night 4


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Lindyli: fake ass christian josh hawley wants to investigate the nashville massacre as a hate crime the same hawley who was the only no vote against the anti-asian hate crime bill the same hawley who illegally took $1 million from the nra he’s a foot soldier for the merchants of death
Tedcruz: the covenant school shooting was horrific. for everyone who says “thoughts & prayers aren’t enough,” i agree. ask why every single senate dem voted against my bill doubling police officers in school. one armed officer could have stopped this lunatic, before a child was killed.
The_tfp: today's updates: florida s1674, a bathroom bill, has a hearing on thursday, march 30th at 8:30 am in 412 knott building. read more here:
Davebudge: it's a good day for a broadcast subtweet with a sweet little poem by bill knott. wrong i wish to be misunderstood that is understood from your perspective
Ae_stallings: minor poem the only response to a child's grave is to lie down before it and play dead --bill knott
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Edgar Albert Guest Poem
The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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