/Tom Clark

A Poem by Tom Clark

Forties Scene

Here he's about seven: big serious forehead,
little fedora, little man, he holds,

or seems to drag, his baby brother, whose
eyes are closed. Bare winter trees project long,

stark shadows. The days are short, light thin and
for those smiling family ghosts lined up in

invisible ranks behind the peony
bushes -- this time of year no more than scrub

grey stubs of dumb roots hidden underground --
no providential dividend for brave

investment of years promised remains, save
this fading, hollow sound -- life's dim echo?

© Tom Clark 1995. Original GRIST On-Line publication.
"Forties Scene" is a poem from Tom Clark's forthcoming book,Like Real People, to be published by Black Sparrow Press, Winter 1995.
GRIST On-Line. July 1995. http://www.phantom.com/~grist
Contributing Editor: Robert Bové
E-Mail: rbove@duke.poly.edu