In college, at a lecture on John Locke
On newborn minds (Locke judged them mere blank slates
Awaiting information from the senses)—
With rain that evening, after a hot May day,
Pouring damp scents of earth and flowering trees
Through classroom windows cracked an inch or so—
I thought of my own sister, just turned two,
And of My Lai, then still much in the news
(There’d been the Calley trial and photographs
Bleeding unstanched into the public eye),
And saw the My Lai children, soon to know
Bullets and bayonets, babies like buds,
Clinging to mothers or to older siblings,
As even household bangs make babies do.
(I’d felt my sister’s ordinary fears.)
Author: Charles Hughes
Charles Hughes is the author of the poetry collection, Cave Art (Wiseblood Books 2014), and was a Walter E. Dakin Fellow at the 2016 Sewanee Writers' Conference. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in the Alabama Literary Review, The Christian Century, the Iron Horse Literary Review, Measure, the Saint Katherine Review, the Sewanee Theological Review, Think Journal, and elsewhere. He worked as a lawyer for thirty-three years before his retirement and lives with his wife in the Chicago area.