I Keep Losing Sons
William Van Wert
like a drunkard staggers,
A father who survives his sons
than all the flowering Judases
the purple cloak of crocuses,
My boys who would be presidents,
I invented flight. From watching birds
Orville watching Wilbur die.
The B52's come out of the clouds
Narcissus on a river bed,
All the sons King Priam lost
For Moses as for Oedipus,
I need more sons, said God the Father
For Stephen Dedalus
The killing of sons and civil war,
Blue and gray both turn red,
Leaves a trail of pennies.
Napoleon and Hitler, vying for the prize
not even photographs can capture.