Forrest Hamer

(1956 -)

Initiation - Poem by Forrest Hamer

After I stumbled through the gauntlet, after they had hit me
As hard as they could,
Some there only because there was someone else
To be brought in, I joined them
In greeting the new ones, the frightened and longing ones,
And I punched as hard and as much as I could, something
Filling in me I would tell you was a thrill
Only because I had no better word for it.
There was another word for it: violence
Made my mother impatient with me, she would call me evil,
And I knew what she was trying to talk to me about—
How much I hated,
How much I wanted and how greedy wanting made me.
What I wanted most were better words.


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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/26/2012 8:56:00 AM)

    Good narrative expression (Report) Reply

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