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Poetry

I keep my mouth shut.
If it weighs on me, good—
I’ll be mindful.
If I confess, I confess to weakness.

One day, all will be revealed.
That’s what the book says.
Doesn’t it? The book I read
before that day, on that day?
All will come to light, and
every grief sung to heaven.

That, of course, is the beginning
of the end of the world.

 

 


William Coleman is a high school English teacher in New Hampshire. Cofounder of the Star-Splitter Academy, he is a former teaching fellow at Harvard and served as managing editor of Image and executive editor of nonfiction for DoubleTake.

 

 

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