Lethargy Would be Easier
over and over begins to look strange enough
but how many overs are enough
rIse drop (pause) rIse drop until the house rain soaked
as a tongue left outside not enough
quiver made shiver at seeing too lame reveals
where the host was patterned just enough
teachings like muted reflections unlaid before
more lost pains clamoring for enough
mythic as given to sojourns near maimed by blood
in my voice never quite old enough
Have It Out
Just need a space where they can have it out
because no one here wants to have it out.
Every day is a ghost’s voice pulling on
prefab coattails whispering Do you have it, out
with a slouch like that much more will
be lost than what we have. It’s out
& far beyond: an etching of a face
whose bearer will never have it. Out
or this is about how you read me, a nephew’s
sister misspelled. Hear, have it. Out!
Sticker on back of the truck reads: burial vault.
Tools piled above, their connection to burial vault
Unknown, the casketed body lowering:
a common association with burial vault.
If I don’t call you within the hour
I am dead. Forget the burial, vault
the bowls and vases of centuries ago
not from the coffin’s materials, but those of burial vault.
During the war we were young,
never thinking about choosing our burial vault.