Where I Lived, and What I Lived For

If something horrible's normal
Even great minds will struggle with it

Clutch their trembling hand
The other clutching the feather

That's not just any feather, however
It's John Hancock's

A Founding Father’s
Vengeful feather

Hovering over the dead goose
It was plucked from

Patty Nash is a poet and translator. She received MFAs in creative writing and translation from the University of Iowa. She lives in Berlin.