FOOLING THE ANGEL...............................................................................................................................KEN FIFER

Fooling the Angel

Poem by Ken Fifer

When my grandmother was sick her parents changed her name in order to fool the Angel of Death. They gave her an orange, not to cure her, but to let her taste light and warmth once before the Angel returned. And as she ate, her parents said, Oh how worthless girl children are, trying to avoid the Evil Eye. Then they sent her to New York, near Yankee Stadium, a place an Angel might not look right away. In her first American photos, two weeks off the boat, she paid to pose with a buffalo herd and teepees painted on a screen behind her. The fringed buckskin, the beadwork boots, the cowgirl hat and leather chaps seemed to her, at sixteen, neither wasteful nor strange, but a necessary expense, her most likely defense, better than the rental's white-handled pistols. She returned to Houston Street a buckaroo, no longer a green horn. just another Yankee with two names, one for real and one to say, hoping to find Miss Liberty, too, while trying to evade an Angel’s gaze.

Ken Fifer’s poetry collections include After Fire (March Street Press) and Falling Man (Ithaca House); he has edited three anthologies of poems by children. His poems and translations have appeared in Barrow Street, New Letters, Ploughshares, The Literary Review, and other fine journals. He has a Ph.D. in English Language and Literature from The University of Michigan. He was a 2019 finalist for the Gunpowder Press Book Contest.