Screaming
Everyone spoke of
the accident but
I only half heard
because a baby
was screaming when you
handed me that es-
Say, and the next day
they passed a drop slip
at school when you got
married and your scream
echoed through the can-
yon. Then they cut you
out of the car and
flew you to Pocatell-
O, and I reread
that essay because
I could hear screaming
again like a baby, but
I never knew what
it was. Until now
that both of you are
dead.
About This Poem
This poem is based upon a real story from my teaching career years ago in southern Idaho. I first published it in the now defunct Inland Magazine and then more recently in Tuesday Night Movie Night (TMNM), a weekly movie recommendation newsletter and website (that you should follow). It's now about to be anthologized in a book called In The Deep that should be coming out this week. It has a lot of cool poems in it and it's worth looking into. Some phenomenal people published in it. The photo I put here is the school where I taught in the Devon, England.
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