Douglas Korb



THE DOCTORS SING TO ME

 

The doctors sing to me a malediction.

You are to be what you never dreamed

would be.

You.

 

Do not lie. The world, so general, General,

is at your feet; the dream,

an icicle in

spring.

 

What is father is future and what is

child: fun. Play is what I’ll be

and be will play

me.




Douglas Korb's poems have appeared in RHINO, 5AM, Poet Lore, Mannequin Envy, and elsewhere. He has held previous posts in poetry as National Poetry Month coordinator for the Academy of American Poets and as critic for GrowlerPoetry.org, a website dedicated to the reviewing of debut poetry collections. He holds a MFA in creative writing from Bennington College and his chapbook, The Cut Worm, won Bright Hill Press's 2006 chapbook award.










                                    

 

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