bEAR //Alicia Cohen Here to return.	from bEAR, pg 9: field for the dead I feel for the dead in the dark black ink-ed eye pupil Studied: Before night fell inside of the second day great storms ignited without eyes slowly slowly and quick they lit with sun seeing double here hear my hand listening to organs hark the herald heart lung liver that which is/ made to sound unseen and unsightly for tempering dear rage for tyme heals first flower by rot from bEAR, pg 70: uum, my father poisoned fish and my mother laughed and baked it I am my parents' child shaking shaking I tell you head aching from their ghost factory stench I weep at the river edge and I miss my parents like a dream a primordial sea lit by lightning before factories washing at the river edge To download this eBook, visit the E-Library. Required: free adobe acrobat reader.