Today's poem is by Gianmarc Manzione
Confession
When I tried to have a look
at the wildflowers planted
along that strip of roadIn Virginia, all those hues
of pink and violet,
the three-ton truckWhining to a halt
just a small car's length ahead
of me, how could I have known thatWhen I strapped the seabelt
across my youngest daughter's body
that morningMy impotent protective gesture
I assigned her a fate
she neither earned nor understood;The shrieks
of my wife and children
jolting my eyesToward the coming catastrophe,
announcing the cruel randomness
with which we'd been chosenTo die.
And before flattening myself
between the truck and the road,Why did the final thought I had
include no fear, no concern
for my familyNor what I'd done,
but instead recalled
the wooden green turtleI'd roll along the beach
as a boy, and the ones who swore
they'd take it from meUnless I ate a fistful of sand;
how often I wandered back there
to recover it from the burialThey condemned it to
after I ran away, digging deep
in the quiet ground of my cowardice.
Copyright © 2005 Gianmarc Manzione All rights reserved
from The Modern Review
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