Thursday, September 23, 2010

Poem: exchanges

1


come spring of orange
tulips orange stamens
napalm
on Harrisburg draft

flames of Berrigans
illumine properties

quiet the cell help others
read laundry/daffodils
listen to burning footfalls
beneath the voices

the war goes on


2


the edge of sadness
god’s voice to officers
who class at Lowry
still afternoons
where nuns beneath roadsides

San Salvador Quito Guatemala
are but a distance

you move across the
line

a quiet candle
guards escort

to shadow y buses


3


ammoniaalcohol
holding
cell

your eyes in blanker distances
trade upon mine




This poem initially appeared in Pequod.

No comments:

Post a Comment