Thursday, April 24, 2014

Albert Kapikian: The Hunt

They sold the youngest and most 
handsome of every village where they 
passed the night,  and these girls have 
been trafficked in hundreds throughout 
the brothels of the Ottoman Empire.

Arnold Toynbee
Armenian Atrocities

i am haunted in my hunting
for you dear god hear

the leaves are already hurling through the 
the trees are off

it's quarter to twelve and i thought you'd be
here by now
your slippers are


This poem has appeared in the Washington Review's December 1986-January 1987 issue. 

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