Brute Dictation
       

To outsmart the world you've got to
outsmart the metaphor, dismantle

the songs of childhood, say goodbye
to the only life you ever really had—

the moment before the brute
dictation, before the grass drills

that could kill a man, when the egg
cracked, and you existed both yoked

and split. Write this down: I love you—
now leave me alone; and in between

a bunch of us touched
and were touched, pried open,

and opened more, found
the world in the crude

the Amen in the wound.

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Copyright © 2013 Jules Gibbs All rights reserved
from Bliss Crisis
The Sheep Meadow Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission