Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
The Dead Men
i have to believe in the power of dead men
when i dream of my son—the little spitting image
of his father; i wonder who his heros are
and if his are mine at all. when he looks in books
i hope he finds requisites in undermining
the shades of black conjured from the white.
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