PROSE POETRY​

DANIEL EDWARD MOORE
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BETHLEHEM, BABY, BETHLEHEM

The humility here is impressive. A virgin gives birth to the father of forgiveness, under a Bethlehem star in a barn surrounded by three fearful kings as animals sing hallelujah. And you thought New York in the 70’s was strange: as in Patti, Robert, and Lou taking turns playing the grim reapers girl, as in knees bloodied each day in a spoon from addiction’s rise and fall. I cut holes in my pants for that reason. Scars need to breathe if angels have a chance at surviving the soup cans that made them. When Andy took a bullet, god was inspired by how steel and flesh chandeliered the body into Bethlehem, baby, Bethlehem.

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Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Emrys Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Lindenwood Review, Sheila-Na-Gig Pandemic Anthology, The Chaffin Journal and more. He is the author of the chapbook, Boys (Duck Lake Books) and a full length collection Waxing The Dents (Brick Road Poetry Press).