Today's poem is by Matthew Minicucci
Quiet sun, white dwarf
beneath glass, beneath waves.
And this we lift, and this
we let fall into dark,
into night where you are the only light
shining over what's left;
what's untrapped and staring at the surface.
Here we are away from wooden crates.
Here we are away from boxcars.
Our badges no longer show, our shells
have molted long ago.
Long ago there was another sun
as bright as this false light.
And we swim, and we drift
and we have forgotten which is which.
Single file, march and maim,
till doors of oak swing open,
till doors of oak swing closed.
This we lift, this we let fall
into dark homes
where we grasp and touch
with all we have left:
claws and deep breath.
Copyright © 2010 Matthew Minicucci All rights reserved
from Copper Nickel
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