The ventriloquists are upset
I do not respond as they wish
after all they’re family, since

I do not say I love this place
I fail to speak words of consolation

Empathetic phrases won’t arise
unless I choke

With what I do not tell them
they are full of doubt
while I dine on emptiness

We starve for differing reasons

I must learn again the choice of
neither battle nor broken bone

That my song offers food, and
wine of everything that is true

Not this xylophone registering
the flat tones
of dust amid the chorus of ghosts

©Dean Baker


©All Rights Reserved

Dark Earth  – “Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems…”…’‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read…

Silence Louder Than A Train – ‘Highly recommended…’‘”… one would be hard pressed to do better…’‘”…savagely introspective..”

’‘Dean’s books will someday be required reading…”

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