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Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy | Poems Rethabile Likes Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift. Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth enters our hearts, that small familiar pain; then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth in the distant Latin chanting of a train. Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales console the lodger looking out across a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls a child’s name as though they named their loss. ...

The Word That Is a Prayer by Ellery Akers | Poems Rethabile Likes The Word That Is a Prayer by Ellery Akers One thing you know when you say it: all over the earth people are saying it with you; a child blurting it out as the seizures take her, a woman reciting it on a cot in a hospital. What if you take a cab through the Tenderloin: at a street light, a man in a wool cap, yarn unraveling across his face, knocks at the window; he says, Please. By the time you hear what he's saying, the light changes, the cab pulls away, and you don't go back, though you know someone just prayed to you the way you pray. P...

So Now What? by Abigail George | Poems Rethabile Likes So Now What? by Abigail George (for Charles Bukowski) During war, milk is the colour of blood, honey the colour of bone. The skulls here are bored. They want a new life, not this tragedy. I'm listing all your war crimes. I remember being happy. But I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember the man. I remember bombs and Gaza instead. Amputated limbs like branches. Here, everything tastes like seawater. I hope I'll wake up from this dream soon and that the man will return to me in the morning and to numb the...