Freeman

POETRY

My Grandson Dreams

APRIL 29, 2014 by JOHN WOOD

In the night my grandson dreams
that he can fly, that he can save
his young brother and my son
from those set to harm them.
He dreams they are all together
in my son’s office, there where
bad men and determined evil
have gathered for harm.  And so
he lifts wild into the air, sweeping
up and down over them, breaking
their faces until bones shard and they run
howling from the sweet salves
of his angelic and ripping fury.

What cares could wrestle so innocent a rest
and drive his dreams into fear and rage?
And what can I, an old man at so many miles
from the treachery of his dreaming,
do for this little boy, who I know
would save me, as well, were I too there
in the terrible office of his dreams?

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May 2014

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JOHN WOOD

John Wood is a poet, critic, and photographic historian. His books of poetry include Endurance and Suffering: Narratives of Disease in the Nineteenth Century (Edition Galerie Vevais) and Selected Poems (University of Arkansas Press).

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