Saturday, August 15, 2009

Everywhere Is the Wrong Place


No caretaker does harm as
The names of the turning
are figures shot from days
and he knows them all.
You know where the disappeared
Were last seen becoming invisible?
Where my darling asks me to imagine
The plight of the gravedigger
As he struggles with the ground
Struggles with the obligation of it
Struggles with the heart of grace
Begins to be forgotten
Then looks around for another name
Then looks around for what he doesn’t know.

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