The Abenaki and a Ghost & Do We Call Them Beggars Anymore. Two Poems by Drew Sennett


The Abenaki and a Ghost

I am the white ghost
Pale skin
White shoes
I do not float
I circumvent the Abenaki crouched low
Picking berries from a bush

One child
One mother
One grandmother
One ghost


Do We Call Them Beggars Anymore

Do we call them beggars anymore?
The one beneath my window grumbles
The way I might have grumbled
When I, the child,
held my mother’s hand,
A financier,
Crossing kempt lawns and
Architecture of widows watch and
High balcony
And I screaming for something new
Some new material.
I am bothered by this man beneath my window
As the spoiled child bothers the eyes beyond the hedgerow
Carry on
I say quietly in my own head
(To telepathically communicate with
The stinking rags underneath my window)
Carry on and never come back.
And my words go into the world
a familiar echo
Again and again.


Drew is an undergraduate at the University of Vermont where he studies Philosophy and Music. He grew up in Redding Connecticut.

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