DENISE LEVERTOV
THE BATTERERS
A man sits by the bed
of a woman he has beaten,
dresses her wounds,
gingerly dabs at bruises.
Her blood pools about her,
darkens.
of a woman he has beaten,
dresses her wounds,
gingerly dabs at bruises.
Her blood pools about her,
darkens.
Astonished, he finds he’s
begun
to cherish her. He is terrified.
Why had he never
seen, before, what she was?
What if she stops breathing?
to cherish her. He is terrified.
Why had he never
seen, before, what she was?
What if she stops breathing?
unless we believe the end is near?
Believe in your life
unless we think you are dying?
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