This poem is taken from PN Review 59, Volume 14 Number 3, January - February 1988.
For James WrightHell's asleep now.
On the sign above your bed
nothing by mouth,
I read abandon hope.
You sleep with your fist clenched,
your tongue and throat swollen by cancer,
make the sound of a deaf child
trying to speak, the smell
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