If it is as Socrates says,
that locusts were human
until they heard the song of the world
and, so captured, forgot
to eat and drink and died--
and if it's true the gods
took pity on the dead
enough to resurrect them
into ashen singing things--
then, so too, our songs
will have to be plagues.
last stanzas of "Beirut"
I threw tarps over a life
and never could they reach--
still hastily I gathered
tarps more rare by the hour
in the city of nothing to spare.
eats what there is. It is
biblical: sit at the table of another
country, you must eat
what is set before you
They didn't know they were in another country
until they were left living.
from "Fish Market"
We were hardly vessels
what we took in could not be
and so we spat it out as dogs spit out
the wretched fish the only meat
the opening stanzas of "Vessel"
for when there is no storm
there is this stormed body
to keep alive in its solitary room
outside of which the snow is falling
one of us at a time.
the last lines of "Snow"
Look at the belief I can't live by, how it didn't follow
but was here before me like the fields of tall, planted cane
where anything can be hidden. I think this is
what we get when we ask to be saved:
a land where everything grows, and there are many killings.
the last lines of "What We Get"
All the films we saw there, their reels melting, the rows
where lovers went because they knew
or didn't know, it doesn't matter,
that watching the same story
could make them closer.
from "Coliseum Theater"
I listened to hymns and asked so much of them they quieted
like a body that withers when it feels itself
Evidence being that which screams its moment--
one need not even look.
from "Raised Voice"
and when those who populate your life return
to their curtained rooms and lie down without you,
you are alone, you
As for the tarpan it shall be for you.
A reckoning so slow you aren't even frightened.
the last stanza of "Earth"