Atatürk
The death-toll rose
From ten to forty-one
Was there a plan
In the attack that
Foreign blood would
Mix with that of
Home
Insane strategy
To kill those first who
Are not involved
The cheat of
Terrorists whose
Cowardice will not
Face military forces
This aim makes a
Target out of me, and
Certainly I can get
Scared;
I must hope that
Death by misdirected
Amateurs will not
Find me today
And grieve with those
Slain in anonymity,
Because the killers
Don’t care
Who we are
Almost Heaven
(phrase from artist John Denver)
Kanawha, Nicholas,
Greenbrier counties
Earth gives way
To water and to fire
In the anger of the
Skies
Prometheus surrenders
To the whim of
Dionysus,
Touched with the
Power of Poseidon
And sport-attitude
Of Zeus
We reach over gods
Toward better
Intercession,
Praying for the
Tendril touch that
Holds the earth
And sky
And all the heavens
Because on land and
Other West Virginia
Lives, an ocean’s
Upheaval falls
Drowning, splitting
The ground on
Which we alive yet
Strive to stand
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Psalm 46
A new world comes
And some would say
It’s here
By your hand, we might
Live in better days
The images we make
For politics or
Entertainment
Are wrung through
With shiny fakery
I think our new day
Will arrive,
Lord,
When we learn to say
I love you to the ground
And to the air
And to the wind we
Cannot see but truly
Feel and have:
When we learn the
Value of unseen things,
We can say I love you
To each other
Then your new day is
Manifest
Gutted
Walking through the house
Was strange: your
House that burned, now
Skeletal and
Perpendicular
Beams and cross-beams,
Bannister askew—rooms
Awash
In neutral shades of earth
And ash,
An appliance here or there;
For all the blackened parts
And where textures are
Impressed with soot and
Shadowed particles,
The house we see
Could be
Rising from the ground
As new:
Save for a generation’s
Life, now endowed only
By memory as legacy,
Which I think you saw
Upon the bones of
Your remembered home,
As we all walked through
Love is There
(at any age, on any page)
Where?
Up?
If I look up,
will I see it?
Out? If I go
outside, will I
be it?
Around the
world, where no
bound can
keep it?
Or deep inside,
where when I
hurt I hide it?
Love is there.
It’s everywhere.
Reach out;
we’ve earned
it. Teach it, and
we’ll learn it.
Everyone of
Earth and
on
deserves
love from
birth to
build upon.
Pins in Dolls
I’m tired, and I wish
I could rest well
But pains like pins
Keep me awake
I wish I could resolve
These; I wish the
Witch or brujo
Would pull these
Unearthly prickles
Out
Dawn-Calling
Who calls dawn
One bird, two birds
I hope it’s at least two
No one should have
To call the new day
All alone
At such a time, there
Should be company
And, if it works out,
Friendship through
The morning
That’s how I’d like to
Start the day
With someone near
To know me now
When the day begins
Failing Night
Just after five—
I have not been asleep
Pain shoots through
My leg, a single line
Of nerve
As if a wire was pushed
Through inside
Then something threw
A supernatural switch
Tripping a low current
Of too-warm, electric
Sting without
Cessation
Pulsing through tired
Muscle and protesting
Vessels
Having surrendered
Day’s labors into
Aspiration’s night of
Negligent awareness
Barely keeping guard
Letting go of awake
To turn into dream
In hope to re-knit and
Repair stretched
Measures in the body
And the mind
It’s a cycle that’s
Supposed to work
Why then is pain
Ruining what I’ve made
Not fair
I want to rest then rise
With good, hale
Consciousness beneath
The skin
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