Three Poems from Bagpipe City

The People On Set

Sweat everywhere, everywhere
something is crying for
help but the broadcaster,
the cameramen can’t imagine what.

The YouTube Fan

My hands no longer feel
but I am always groping 
for my own flesh, for a 
sign that something is alive.

His Perspective

Something is alive, he said
but I didn’t hear him.

— published in Poetry

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