Two Poems by Matthew Thorburn
they like to take things / money gold rings fingernails / and fathers they have / no need for you none for me
They
like to throw things
a man down a well a woman
through a window they
like to know things
names and dates your hopes
what hurts my hiding place
the combination to Saltzman’s
empty safe they like to
break things doors bicycles
legs and backs and necks
they like to take things
money gold rings fingernails
and fathers they have
no need for you none for me
except they’re hungry so
hungry and so angry
like shadows they like to hide
behind my back they like
to ride behind my eyelids
death is their dark horse
they never stand still.
The Boot
From the cracked attic
window we counted
ragged soldiers stumbling
across Schmidt’s field
coatless muddy one
bloodied a broken rifle
for a crutch unlucky
number seven Aunt
Adelaide laughed
too slow to ever escape
she squinted through
Father’s black binoculars
whose side are they on
I wondered I wished
they would get away
go away but a bald man
on horseback crashed
out of the sycamores
sword flashing white
a colonel maybe a major
we shouted down
to Mother but dear lord
Adelaide cried oh god
another horse broke
free of the burnt trees
circling red-flanked
no rider only still
stuck in one stirrup
an empty boot.
Matthew Thorburn’s most recent book is Dear Almost: A Poem. He’s also the author of five previous collections of poems, including This Time Tomorrow and the chapbook A Green River in Spring. His new book, The Grace of Distance, is due out from LSU Press in 2020. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and son.