This Morning

 

I can't watch the funeral

cars passing in a slow dark line.

I'm busy with the class about

freedom and grace and sin.

I have my eyes on a kid

who's tearing paper into strips,

letting it fall under his desk

and kicking it nowhere -

a thin white stupid nothingness.


All poems by Br. Tom Murphy, O. Carm.

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