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The Abundance of Nothing.

 It isn't nice to watch the baby robin die beneath the
eave's spout where it fell,
 its nest torn by a storm so black and quick. What do you do, what
do you do,
 with a life so small, small as gasps of air the paper thin beak
tries to take in, the eyes still closed.
 (I don't want anyone to end my misery
 unless I say so, and you can put that in writing.)
 This time, though, I know not to kill the robin, not to try to end
its misery,
 but to let it have the life that it has left, a cool wind blowing
across both us, all of us,
 black clouds gathering for night time and some rain. 

BRUCE WEIGL is a Distinguished Professor in Arts & Humanities at the Lorain County Community College. His most recent collection of poetry is Declension in the Village of Chung Loung (Ausable Press, 2006), and he won the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry in 2006. The poems which appear here are from a manuscript in progress called The Abundance of Nothing.
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Title Annotation:eleven poems
Author:Weigl, Bruce
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 1, 2008
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