Today's poem is by Yerra Sugarman

One Body

Over the buildings a thinning mist, dawn takes a match to.
All the fuzzy, whirring molecules spin a yarn
of oneness, then flare up, flail, and burn
from such crystal, such sobering, spectacular arsons as this.

Thistle, thistle stop your purpling.
Don't listen to the chorus of fog, its unbearable
sophistry, its prayers. How I hate its implausible reasons.
O, the body...

Copyright © 2007 Yerra Sugarman All rights reserved
from Cimarron Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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