Two, Three

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat.
Long, old, dented,
copper-colored Ford.
How many traits
must a thing have
in order to be singular?
(Echo persuades us
everything we say
has been said at least once
before.)
Two plump, bald men
in gray tee-shirts
and tan shorts
are walking a small bulldog -
followed by the eyes
of an invisible third person.
The Trinity was born
from what we know
of the bitter
symbiosis of couples.
Can we reduce echo's sadness
by synchronizing our speeches?
Is it the beginning or end
of real love
when we pity a person
because, in him,
we see ourselves?

by Rae Armantrout

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Comments (4)

Praise for your beautiful elegy. Only an extraordinary soul could have created it. Take care. Kind wishes, Sandra
The truth you write of hurts to the core of me....because I can feel their pain, the cold and the horrible light they at that moment in time will hold in their hearts til death does them part...........This is a Thought provoking piece that scares me. Well written, truth filled and painful poem that teaches and allows the reader to be there in the warrier shoes while sitting in the safty of their own home. Thanx for sharing this piece as it captured so much...SO much.10/10. Take care of U =Shelley=
Bob great poem I just love poems about War / not because I am a war monger it's because I have great feling and pashion about patriotama and social history. What I must tell you is that the Allies and the Hun played football on Christmas Day. I have written a couple of poems on the war check them out when you get time.
a powerful poem sad so sad and that's the strength here that you give the sadness form and the reader feels the deaths and prays for flesh long dead to be at peace