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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems

The News from Saigon

Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

The turning world,
a river of blood.

We whisper
words of love.

The radio rasps
"today in Vietnam . . ."

My hands move through
waterfalls of hair.

Our moans are not,
no not,
like theirs.

Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems