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Sunday Service

Sunday Service: Brooke Ellsworth

Dove

I knew a boy named Dove
I never touched him

The rest in the park beneath
The shining bottoms of seagulls

Came out of the gated housing estates
Where nobody ever did touch him

Still the homegrown closed in on him
Their arms always came away with nothing

Oh how he would work a crowd of war daddies
With those Dove eyes he’d give a waitress

When he’d order waffles at midnight
Coffee and pie on the house

Poor Dove couldn’t help it
He’d say goodnight to the officers

To every convict and then to me
Good night everybody Dove would say

There’s no more to what I saw
What’s more is everybody went hungry

Brooke Ellsworth is author of the chapbook, Thrown (The New Megaphone 2014). She has recent poems in gobbet, Pinwheel, and ILK. She teaches at The New School.

December 8th, 2013 / 10:00 am
Sunday Service