POEM
POEM FOR A FREEZING DAY
Emma Donohue wrote ROOM about a man
who had 7 children with his daughter in a
bunker beneath his house His wife lived up
stairs too There should be more than 1 word
for love
No doubt there was an opulence+mystery to
everything seen by the survivors Some suffered
breakdowns Scoured souls unable to rise again
like spoiled kundalini at the base of your spine
The tatt at the base of mine is not holy ironic:
damn right you will rise again bluey-black+inky
Nor ironic is the Vatican’s review of the new Star Wars
film Calling it: confused+hazy Failing spectacularly
in its representation of evil Going even further The Holy
Seer calls the villain: insipid
Compared to what? or whom? I ask you They purport
to have the inside scoop on evil +many believe they do
One might wish apologies were more plentiful though we
know that evil is not exonerate-able Just ask the survivors
of ROOM
Today it is -14 Winter sky umber +blue If you look closely
immersing yourself in tiny everyday miracles you will see that
those aren’t clouds they’re stairs
On Saturday George garrulous goblin owner of the Windsor Arms Hotel
thundered at my husband +me: RENEW YOUR VOWS! I do and
so should you Let us vow not to squander any escape routes proffered
twenty-four-seven three-six-one
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And when the camel knelt to let me mount it
Winged angels knelt in silhouette
(Fredrick Seidel Ooga Booga Poems 2006)
Deep Winter 2016
songanddancegirl 