Alan DeNiro

3 A.M.

The subway threads the tunnel. Centipedes
wake in mass all over the world.
I write a letter to my dead grandfather,
a flamethrower Marine.
The next stop is miles, the silence
around me shakes
enough to make my bones veer.

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The 2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)

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