At the funeral I, embarrassed by resistance fighters standing up to shake my hand, said I wear your trousers, in the right hand pocket, a hole. I wrap your hearing aids in this white t-shirt- with brief gifts you go my eye-green brother. And I, a fool, live. from deaf republic: 13. for my brother, tony
Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and sleeps when he rises to face this life,
and that together they are only one man sharing a heart that always labors, hands yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it? you can have it by philip levine
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standing up to shake my hand, said
I wear your trousers, in the right hand pocket, a hole.
I wrap your hearing aids in this white t-shirt-
with brief gifts
you go my eye-green brother.
And I, a fool, live.
from deaf republic: 13. for my brother, tony
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that moment when suddenly I knew each man
has one brother who dies when he sleeps
and sleeps when he rises to face this life,
and that together they are only one man
sharing a heart that always labors, hands
yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps
for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?
you can have it by philip levine
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The air was a quiver
of thoughts we drew from
to poise, unsaid
in the ineffable
world we lived in.
to my brother by lorna dee cervantes
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