How My Queer Uncle Came To Die At Last

I looked up this poem after listening to an online lecture by John Irwin stating that its author, Charles Martin, is one of the best poets in America. He also says that this poem is about Martin’s gay uncle who was beaten to death in the bathroom of Grand Central Station. It didn’t see it, upon first or even second reading. But I now believe it is there, very subtly put. An excellent poem.

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