Molting
sighs and smoke
You
fare forth exploringly
Rose-faded
A
name comes toward you
In
of all places
The
back of tomorrow
Where
your mother’s roses
Refuse
to bloom
In
all that air
The
name stays on there
In
all that air where
You
remember the tabernacle of childhood
The
window where you kissed the void
What
does it sound like
Your
song all tangled earthliness
Your
song upbraiding distances?
You
go on each night wordfree
Casting
sacred signs at shadowgrass
O
watch out!
The
meridians are wandering again
The
dead poet’s mother tells you
Her
son was wanted back in Arkansas
But
not by law
You
think about the poet’s
Cold-wintered
syllables
They
say—
Who
says?—they say
You’re
a shady customer
Keeping
vigil at the poet’s grave
They
say this
Is
the end of granting names
They
say over you
You
cast your fate
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