From Brazil to Miami to a roadside motel to a super billboard above Vegas's Stardust you are in vast spaces at high speeds all watt & animation your enormous corpse must be seen as a moving sequence inflected toward the freeway received by approaching traffic from a greater distance for a longer time & may it be known you take the sign away & there is no place this being your civic duty to inform us we ought to have put together an allegiance of tribes & swept down on the fort & spilled the Christians off the continent's edge We pass through town toward a rendezvous in a hard shell with a child's face eyes closed straining martyr-like toward pleasure out of reach we're in a dying year no one can take that from us you leave us soon enough an autumn to receive gifts to break the heart a great blue heron & white goose to you we are more savage than the dead enjoying a triumph of mists at dawn & dusk the pale hands of our brothers upon us | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE |