Two Poems
Howie Good

That's That

Must be
the words

she's using,
children

with helpless
little hands.


The Next World

1
Small fires began.
Mothers were accused

of unsuitable compassion.
The paper trembled.
Old people still had time

to sit in a sidewalk café
and look in shop windows.

2
We abandoned
darkness for color.

Everyone was against everyone.

Like a gambler with a bad hand,
she kissed Paul in the rain.