And It Came to Pass

by C. D. Wright

This june 3
would be different

Time to draw lines
I've grown into the family pores
and the bronchitis

Even up east

I get by saying goddamnit

Who was that masked man

I left for dead
in the shadow of mt. shadow

Who crumbles there

Not touching anything
but satin and dandelions

Not laid his eyes
on the likes of you

Because the unconnected life
is not worth living

Thorntrees overtake the spot

Hands appear to push back pain

Because no poet's death

Can be the sole author
of another poet's life

What will my new instrument be

Just this water glass
this untunable spoon

Something else is out there
goddamnit

And I want to hear it..