KINGDOM ANIMALIA 2 PoEMs BY ARACELIS GIRMAY AMERICAN Poets Continuum Series, No. 131 BOA Eprrions, Lrp. #¢ Roctester, NY 3 2011Table of Contents Title Poae Dedication Eniaraph a book of dire Kingdom Animalia Elegy ‘Abuclo, Mi Muerto Dear Minnie, Dear Ms ‘Small Leiter ‘Swag_As the Light Was Changing For Patrick Rosal Wao Wore a Dress & Said March, March ‘Noche de Ligvia, San Salvador [adds del Mar v Arena AiBlooming Tres Se Bivabeth & Gide to the tittle “r= Running Home, [Saw the Planets Sila books of graves & binds Science ‘The bream ‘SelfPortratt as the Snail Flugy for the Stone Portrait ofthe Woman as a Skein the Husband This Morning the Small Bird Brought a Message ‘rom the Other Side fv. a book of eras Elegy in Gold ‘They Tell Me You Are Gone ‘The Doorway of Our Mother's Leg Leads Me to You, Brother Mrs ‘Might for Henry Dumas Breale English Class ‘Mississippi Burial. Oa the Ferry to Algiers Explaining the Land Mine-to the Small Child ‘Ta Waste My Hands Praise Song for the Donkey [Am Not Ready to Die Ys ‘When We Woke ‘On Kindness od cities walable fo Shape of the Sentoncs Notes ‘Acknowledaments ‘About the Author American Poets Continuum Series Colophon Copyright Pagefor Ade Zuphan‘hus from th ma of mature rom famine and death, the mast ented abet which we ae cpl of conceling. namely he production ofthe ‘gpaenmal src fon Tr grandeur in he vw of ifthe anvera powers having bean ong breathed it ow forme {nfo one’ and that whe a lance haz pane eying on soaring tothe fad law fran fam 20 emfle sesamin esas fr ost Seoul an mort wonderft have Beem ot are bing, eee Chaves Darin, Te Ori of Species‘he framework of bones bang tb same nthe hand of man. wing of «Bt, fn of the porpise. end lg ofthe Rorse—she same numberof esis Sc of gr ofthe spent Sndinmamers other 0 os an spin ons he ey of Chores Darwin, Origin of Speciesi. a book of dirt Kingdom Animalia ‘When I get the call about my brather, mona stopped train leaving town & the news packs into me—freight— ‘though i's him on the other end now, saying finefine— Forfeit my eyes, I want to turn away from the hait on the floor of his house Show it got there Monday, Dut my one hear falls, like a Sad, fat persimmon