Three Cinquains
By George Mills
Vocalise
The gods
keep track of us
by our singing. Sing, or
they will think you’re making a break
for it.
Military Cemetery
They lie
in tidy rows,
wave modest flags. How neat
they are when not out killing each
other.
Take a Shower
First, the
bug and the choice:
a little senseless kill-
ing or a little senseless letting
live.
This is the first edition of the Poet’s Corner, a new Martha’s Vineyard Times feature. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will welcome contributions from all comers and select poems to be published here. To start, here are three from retired anthropology professor-turned-landscaper, the quixotic George Mills. Mr. Mills was a much loved figure in the Vineyard poetry community. Until his death in 2001, George and his wife Florrie shared a small house in Oak Bluffs, where they hosted frequent gatherings of poets, musicians, activists, and others.
Submissions to Poet’s Corner should be directed to Dan Waters at dan@indianhillpress.com.