Today's poem is by Mary Jo Bang
The Cruel Wheel Turns Twice
And tightens until language can't bear this
Hollowing, crash cart, Please. In the silence,
A bus slithers by
A din. The aluminium morning moves like a train,
A metal rod
Exiting a tunnel, dropped in a gate groove.
Disappointment. And again The End gate
Opens and it's, Please
Come back. Please Be. Then nothing. Only end-
Less night taking off from the tarmac black.
The potpie clock, its stock of twelve numbers,
A stew for the weak and the weary.
The small war of the heart made bigger
By far in the world.
And daylight a gift.
Small cog after cog slips into the hour
And razor thin minute slot without stop.
And daylight a gift tied with some tinsel.
Copyright © 2005 Mary Jo Bang All rights reserved
from Columbia: A Journal
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