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after church under a sleeve of summer sky we walk up the alley called Wiltberger Street look down at the blood-stained cement. He was fourteen
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The people who live
on the alley behind brick facades won't talk but lock up their kids for the weekend. They could be next. I want to kneel
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But I don't.
I stay where I am, nursing the wounds that never heal for want of the capacity to feel-- like ulcers on a sole bereft of sensation. What balm is there
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Veneta (Nina) Masson is a nurse and writer living in Washington DC.
She is a member of New Community Church.
Here is a list of recent articles & poems by Veneta Masson
Don't Get Sick on an Unripe Tomorrow (poem)