Monday, November 3, 2008

75. THIS MIRACULOUS DOCTOR WAS A MEDICINE MAN

THIS MIRACULOUS DOCTOR
WAS A MEDICINE MAN
Lest we sulk.
It breaks away.
The femur connected to something
joins that something to something else.
They work together.
We mobilize. We generate.
We move to the point through the friction
of the joint. As cows in a meadow, we swarm.
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The guy in the old churchyard was lost
in an image of oldest Newark;
itself already gone 10 times over.
I could see it in his eyes as he talked to me.
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There really wasn't anything left at all -
a mountain-pile of smashed red bricks
surrounded by temporary fencing.

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