Today's poem is by Byron A. Kanoti
Please take and holster these offered meats
we are grieving.
The sky will not stop
parading us with its colossal stores
we have traveled to the jaguar river's rummage
of rockfall and muds
but we dared not cross it.
The old we will uncommit but not the litters.
When one of us fell like an atom
for fathoms and fathoms
or like light slipping
off the lip of a terrible star
the horses exploded
into magics our priests did not know.
This is our load.
This is our sacred hatred and total.
No one will tell of our missing
or record this era of unending storm.
What has my country become?
What have the columns of our brave men done'?
When we are finished we are mysteries
for sciences of the delivered
as dumb endurances are sung and sung and sung:
All music is broken from the silences in stone.
offend a bored god then retreat
into the deep mood of its first believer.
Copyright © 2009 Byron A. Kanoti All rights reserved
from The Greensboro Review
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