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Seth Abramson is the author of the poetry collections Thievery (University of Akron Press, 2013) Northerners (Western Michigan University Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 Green Rose Prize from New Issues Poetry & Prose; and The Suburban Ecstasies (Ghost Road Press, 2009).

The Woods in Concord

Seth Abramson
         Down by the oaks tonight
you might still find a musket boys
but stay lively 
for the feral cats in the underbrush. 
In the forest we carved from a still 
greater forest
there was the lesser forest
we lived in.
Have you seen the boys of means 
up at the old stone brook,
they will say 
you feel pretty narrow 
for a good boy. They will ask you
if you fall every night, 
and for what. You'll hear the story 
of three decades of winter
and worse luck for someone else's
daddy. They will sell what they got 
for free 
and give up freely
anything no one else would buy. 

Down at that tumbledown a boy
might find himself 
a black charger with wet haunches—
no, it's a tree. But mark it, 
the older ones 
whinny, playing older in a fortress 
up the canopy, 
if we'd wanted to whittle you into
a gun, we could have,
if we'd wanted to light you up, we 
could have,
if we'd wanted to strangle you here
in a crib of black twigs and moss 
in the grim dark 
behind your house, we could have.

Copyright © 2011 by Seth Abramson. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2011 by Seth Abramson. Used with permission of the author.

Seth Abramson

Seth Abramson is the author of the poetry collections Thievery (University of Akron Press, 2013) Northerners (Western Michigan University Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 Green Rose Prize from New Issues Poetry & Prose; and The Suburban Ecstasies (Ghost Road Press, 2009).

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                                 and backwards go
the men into the garden, and what is it
          herding them
but a haircut and a vacuous look they had
when they were twenty,
          which earned its horns twice over
          if they had the same
cut and look
when they were thirty. Forget about great

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