Danielle Mckinney, Mercy (detail), featured in AGNI 103

Carapace

I am growing mine
though I have regretted yours.

She says, ‘Sure I saw him: he wanted
to run, the Guardia Civil
shot him before he reached the patio wall.
Do I understand “subversive”? Yes,
the word means
people who know their rights,
if they work but don’t get enough to eat
they protest. He was
a lay preacher, my father,
he preached the Gospel,
he was subversive.’

She is 12.

My shell is growing
nicely, not very hard, just
a thin protection but it’s
better than just skin. Have you
completed yours? It seems
there will be chinks in it though,
the cartilaginous
plates don’t quite meet, do yours?

A 9 year old boy whose father has ‘disappeared’ three weeks now,
asked how he feels, says
with the shrug of a man of sixty,
‘sad.’ He nods. ‘Yes; sad…’

That burning, blistering glare
off the world’s desert
still pushes in; oh, filter it, grow faster,
hide me in shadow,
my carapace!

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Denise Levertov

Denise Levertov (1923–1997) was the author of twenty-three collections of poetry as well as four books of prose and three translations of poetry. She continued composing poetry while battling leukemia, and The Great Unknowing: Last Poems (New Directions, 2000) was published posthumously.

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