Things Impossible to Swallow • poems by Pamela Garvey • number 24 in the 2River Chapbook Series • 2River
The Dark, A Child Listening
night after night, eyes prowling
the sky outside for the death regatta
breaking in the distance. I heard
their splashing, the churning depths.
My mind hurried to ready itself
for those immigrant throngs.
How long? How soon?
I couldn’t stand then and can’t stand now
the way day bruises so dark
that stars barnacle the dead’s fleet,
how the owl-clock cocks its plastic eyes,
points lopsided wings at glowing numbers.