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William Dawes

faint tinkling down the street
moved me from Swan
to Mass Ave
the skinny men running
into Boston. Why

I don’t know. Let’s go
to town hall
giant horses
Paul Revere & William
Dawes and horses
hairy poop lands
splat on the brick. Get em to sign
your program. It’s not
even really Paul Revere
I went to the other
guy he signed William
Dawes was there really
a him he signed all antiquey
I think it’s in my trunk
and horses went down the street
again after the runners
I don’t even think they
live here. They run all the way
into Boston. Why

little babies dying

man’s and people losing
their leg you live in the world
now in history it’s true
is not a fake.


Copyright © 2013 by Eileen Myles. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 22, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

About this Poem

"The bombing in Boston triggered a memory of the estrangement/fascination I felt as a kid about the marathon & the accompanying reenactment of Paul Revere’s ride on that day. And the death of Martin from Dorchester made me think of all the killed babies of the world, everyone."
Eileen Myles


Eileen Myles

Dennis Cooper describes Myles as "one of the savviest and most restless intellects in contemporary literature." Holland Cotter names Myles as "a cult figure to a generation of post-punk female writer-performers."

Date Published: 2013-04-22

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