Today's poem is by Christopher Todd Matthews
How to Make Sure the Things You Love Never Die
Towns like this, it's forest or yard, nothing between,
it's actual deer and decorative deer like flags declaringallegiance to places like this, and, in the fall, owners
of the decorative kind black-bag their hollow headsand staring eyes, and yes this makes them look
doomed but the actual agreed-upon meaning isthe opposite, as in Don't kill me, I'm a statue, I belong
to someone. For the same reason horse-folk tiebells on their horses. That is, communication is
possible. Civilization flourishes. People like shooting thingsbut most of them will not shoot something if they know
someone else doesn't want it shot. Courtesy lives.Twenty, home for one more holiday with the parents,
having already for years expected them to die any minuteand always trying to get a little mourning in ahead of time
just in case, watching the barely parented world slip byfrom the backseat, I admired this kingdom of faith
and tenderness, this decking of the beasts in bagand bell, these lawns and pastures filled with nothing
but blindness and ringing. And yet I also wanted nothingmore than none of it, than the churn of something better
far away, flocks of naked faces, the silence of fair game.
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