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In Honor of Giovanni Malito*
by Ellaraine Lockie

News of his death
traveled over the electronic grape vine
Heavy hearts hang in clusters
on the lines of lyrics
that linked poet to publisher
The omnipotent packager
Promoter of their ripe fruits
Preserved in permanent black on white
by bibliophilic angels
Trumpeting far into the ages
from the infinity of archives
No more aptly exemplified
than in His own posthumously
published words
with your strong arms
around me it doesn't matter
that I can no longer feel
my legs under my dress
…for we are exactly where
we want to be, forever.**

*Late poet and editor of the Brobdingnagian Times and Palmtop Chapbooks in Ireland

** "Lovers at St. Jean," Moon Reader, No.9, 2004


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