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Watching Geraldo Hold A
Baby
As if he were some politician,
local or otherwise,
he holds the child close to his heart, a heart he says
is breaking, and with just enough contempt in his throat
to make it seem real against the backdrop of the New
Orleans Convention Center, where just last week, now
a century ago, college graduates dropped off resumes
hoping to find that great American trick of a better job,
bigger house, and larger paycheck, and now collects the
dead. The child works her fingers through his tell-tale
moustache, then searches for that which is familiar, and
as she is passed back to her mother my eyes remain locked
there, on those hands, so small to hold such large sorrow
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