SHANE LEONARD

On The Death Of My Student's Father


When I tell the other students her news,
I become a distant visage they view,
an additional confessional,

a taxidermist, taking from their hands the reality of loss,
positioning it in an impersonal pose, preserving it
in the ongoing adolescent ritual of desensitization.
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