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Sholeh Wolpé

See Them Coming

By Sholeh Wolpé Here come the octopi of war
tentacles wielding guns, missiles
holy books and colorful flags.
Philip Metres

For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)

By Philip Metres In the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
Martín Espada

The Republic of Poetry

By Martín Espada In the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
Quincy Troupe

The Hours Fly Quick

By Quincy Troupe The hours fly quick on wings of clipped winds
like nonsense blown from mouths of hot air—
people—including my own—form syllables, suds
Francisco Aragón

Torso

By Francisco Aragón Despite the absent head (whose eyes

were the green of apples)
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

America, I Sing Back

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
Jan Beatty

Zen of Tipping

By Jan Beatty My friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -
Sinan Antoon

When I Was Torn by War

By Sinan Antoon I took a brush
Immersed in death
And drew a window
David Keplinger

Wave

By David Keplinger Lincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away
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