This kind of poem is actually called a "Golden Shovel," after Terrance
Hayes' 2010 tribute to Gwendolyn Brooks's 1959 poem "The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel":

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Your poem is beautiful, Matt, especially the ending.  Thank you for sharing
it with us.

:) SES

On Tue, Apr 24, 2018 at 11:52 AM, frances assa <franassa@hotmail.com> wrote:

Matt, this is a beautiful, delicate poem.  The fact that its a "shovel" (what a terrible term) makes it even more interesting.

Thank you for this, Fran

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