there is weeping as is customary and good the lively sitting on boxes inside the complex overlooking the bridge I shall have to sacrifice one of my few intakes of air to drag him into the coffin room and choose the right oak come ye hear the weeping in and of New Jersey the chosen bent earthward ransacking the woods unprepared for the tide and wind until I am like unto him American Jewish prosperous and free except for death the freeway below blasting and blowing us senseless over a meal mud-tongued I pray his soul be blessed and returned to work so that which is decent and innocent shall not be torn from me limb by limb as I dig deeper into debt and longing and thereafter despair holy the father and memorable his merciful acts of the hearth and household laboring fruitlessly in the unstocked and when stocked uncategoried warehouse the Bronx of our sorest complaint who shall be judged according to his deeds his thoughts and his offspring o especially those stock phrases and incantatory lines we represent on earth as we are in heaven rotten little verses transformed by the decent the good and the young into hymns of detonated twilights along toxic shores innocent songs about nothing nobody who lived nowhere and had no neighbor no lover no children no poetry | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES MY MAGGIE'S NO MORE by JOHN BROWN (1810-1882) |