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This poem is taken from PN Review 142, Volume 28 Number 2, November - December 2001.

Two Poems Stanley Moss

Heart Work

No moon is as precisely round as the surgeon's light
I see in the centre of my heart.
Dangling in a lake of blood, a stainless steel hook,
unbaited, is fishing in my heart for clots.
Across the moon I see a familiar dragonfly,
a certain peace comes of that. Then the dragonfly
gives death or gives birth to a spider it becomes -
they are fishing in my heart with a bare hook,
without a worm -
they didn't even fish like that
when the Iroquois owned Manhattan.
Shall I die looking into my heart, seeing so little,
will the table I lie on become a barge, floating
endlessly down river, or a garbage scow?

There is a storm over the lake.
There are night creatures about me:
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