Man on a Car (For r.f.k.)

SOME YOUNGER POETS

by Kate Jennings
Sweating hard, he spoke: No sin’s been
redeemed, this is no reprieve. This is
it. He’s hit and we have nothing else to
go on. We take it from here. There’ll be
no more tears. It’s a hash of brains and
dreams. You’ll have to swallow this: this
is how it is, and will be, and all there is.