A new poem

by Henri Cole
On a rise overlooking a valley
                                                      circled by blue metrical mountains,
where the river source lies,
                                                  a collection of shabby dwellings around a church
became a town on a hill
                                            with a single gate, a few high windows, a deep moat,
and thick perimeter walls
                                               in which twenty or thirty families lived, self-sufficient,
the women spinning wool,
                                                the men hunting with nets and falconry,
until, without provocation,
                                                 their Lord was murdered in his sleep.
It takes a special charisma for one man to say to another,
                                                                                                       “Go forth, kill and be killed.”

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Henri Cole’s new poetry collection, Touch, will be published in the fall by Farrar, Straus & Giroux.

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