The opening lines of -The Body of My Brother, - demonstrate the quality and depth of David Watts\' reflective imagination. / There were times / it must have been afraid / hiding in a bunker / in South Viet Nam.- From heated wavelengths, Watts\' quiet poems couple with their subjects in an intimacy so strong, you can smell their cra. / Then it took care of itself / filling out / into home runs, high jumps. -First it belonged to my mother / or seemed to, / stuffed into her / like a foot in a sock.
The opening lines of -The Body of My Brother, - demonstrate the quality and depth of David Watts\' reflective imagination