A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms

Gia Dinh

by Catherine Chandler

In Washington there’s bugger-all
to lure me down from Montreal;
and yet, when it was done, I came
to tell and touch and trace your name,
to taste the wormwood and the gall.

The Tet Offensive saw you fall
at Hoc Mon bridge. Still maggots crawl
and feast, but no one takes the blame
in Washington.

It’s strange, the things I best recall
you hated Ringo, I loved Paul;
you dreamed you’d pitch the perfect game
like Koufax . . . What a bloody shame.
I weep beside this granite wall
in Washington.

Catherine Chandler’s poetry and translations have been published in numerous print and online journals and anthologies in the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia and Canada. A finalist in the 2008 Howard Nemerov sonnet competition and Best of the Net, and a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee, she is the author of For No Good Reason (The Olive Press, 2008).


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