Elevens
I have somewhere
A piece of heavy olive drab in care
Wrapped ‘round himself to bear
Grandfather over there
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Fourth Protocol
(counting commandments from Exodus 20:3)
Remember the sabbath
Whenever you remember it
Some can’t have it on a Sunday
Some will have it on a Friday
Some will let it change according to
Third shift
Or when the sirens scream
If it shifts
If it is the same
Whenever it must be
According to the current schedule
It is a time
Well-chosen
(even if it weren’t directed)
For if God must rest
So much more
Must we
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Dialogue with Demons
I imagine sitting beneath
Pale columns
Fronting an ancient building
Awaiting wisdom
From ghosts
Who will come near me
Bearing questions
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Make No Mistake
We (whoever) call
God’s love (three syllables)
Agape (since there is a
two-syllable word, meaning
surprised)
A love that is perfected in creation
And sacrifice
So much God could have done instead
But made all this instead
We might wonder from the pit
Why bother?
Where there is evil,
And even on a good day there are
Mistakes?
And if God can make whatever
Or whomever, why not
In fact make puppets?
Then we wouldn’t screw up so much
We wouldn’t even own our strings
No chance to break them
Or the world, a periaktos
Upon which we’d perform
Rotating scenes, awaiting the mechane
Deus ex machina
To fix anything, though nothing
Would go wrong
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God Is a, Sí, Dog
God keep Schnitzel the
old poodle while he’s here
(the dog, that is). He had
a brother who went first
and not so long ago. Way
back when, the poodle jumped
out of the enclosure, too, and
so my sister took both dogs.
Weiner and Schnitzel (my
brother-in-law’s a chef who’s
funny, the kind of guy who
makes friends waiting for the
cashier in the store). Old
Poodle’s had a good life,
I think, with a home and sunshine
when he wanted it. Both dogs
used to sleep like Yin and
Yang ‘til they outgrew the beds.
Now Yin must wait for Yang
when all the dogs will play on
heaven’s lawn, fed and watered
after.
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De Profundis
(2019)
Four score and seven years ago,
was 1932. There was a depression
and designs around the world.
Some people were well enough.
Near as I can tell, my father’s folk
were all right with government
positions and a salary. My mother’s
people struggled on farms in
Tennessee. I don’t think they were
sharecroppers, though for their
state they might as well have been.
Wringing a chicken once a week
was for a feast of sustenance.
Oranges and walnuts were treats at
Christmas time.
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The Ordinaries
The dog is old and that concerns me
It should concern me for me, too
But I am inside and have some idea of
What’s going on
What’s going on with you?
It is in ordinary time
Running long between Pentecost and
Advent
With special days in between, such as
All Saints’ and All Souls’
It is our time
As Sean Astin’s character in The Goonies
Says
Down here, this is our time
Down here, we are ordinary
I have little idea how time in heaven goes
There was a war there, so we think
Our lore recalls a third of heaven fell
Maybe Eden was
A strategy for getting back
What we know is
We have this day
For our old dogs
An aging Earth that sometimes
In whirlwinds
Acts as if it knows no limits
And will live forever
In wildness
Without rules or counting,
Which is amazing
And is dangerous
Down south where I am now,
Folk really like their porches
They sit on special outside chairs
They rock, they glide
They tell stories
Sometimes it’s only the weather
But tell me there isn’t gospel in this
Good news that after storms
We will recover
And we will meet each other at least twice
Here and in extraordinary living
There
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Every Time I Feel
Every time I write
I might mean to do the spiritual
Thing, idea, icon
Proposition
(I know it’s okay if I don’t)
Not to moralize
Though I suppose there is that, too
Not question training, either
But to say the numinous is here
Real as a knife
Diaphanous as insect wings
Forever as gravity
(there are fields in space)
Earth itself a lesson for
Eternity
And the need for choice
To have it
I think God is present
In the grocery store
Between the dog’s shoulders where
I rub
Riding on the new back bumper
Installed after the accident
God is inside the mosquito
Next to the disease
Maybe to apologize
As if to say, you chose this way
Back in the garden
Though maybe you hate me for it
Maybe you want to know I want everyone
To be well
Maybe you don’t
There is the book, the letters on a page
The mountaintop, the solid roots
Beneath
God is not these things
But is with them all
And with us in the shallow or the deep
In something no one knows
And the everything under the sun
That no one’s ever overlooked
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Here, Here
I’m in another state
Will Microsoft updates find me here?
I suppose if I were atop Curiosity
It were working
They would find me there
Its waves or whatever mingling with
The dust of Mars
As an electric refugee,
I’m feeling pretty good
Wide rivers and a mountain range between
Us
Everything I wade through for
And as the troubles of the day
Appointments I can’t keep
Should I have remembered them
Dishes in the drainer
They can relax
Empty icebox shelves
What’s left will have to rot, though slowly
A fine for me for having been
Forgotten
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