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A Call Reva’s brother Saul is on the phone, I heard she’s dying. I want to make amends. I say nothing, wonder how time can atone And what is the sound of God’s dial tone — An urgent beep or New Age jazz blend? Reva’s brother Saul is on the phone And I need to do more than stupidly moan. I need to ask what it is he intends: I say nothing, wonder how time can atone. When a body dies the soul is most alone As it awaits its unknowable friends. Reva’s brother Saul is on the phone. His voice is a river, a sour drone, A satchel of grief, a star caught in a lens. I say nothing, wonder how time can atone. Reva is beyond the pale of words. No one Can seize her heart, no one can reach her end. Reva’s brother Saul is on the phone. I say nothing, wonder how time can atone. Eve Dying The foretaste came in a bleak twitch — A memory that couldn’t be, Her final heart flinching. She threw the caging clothes aside And fled her housed duties While overhead A cold cloud glowered, The grimace of gathered nullity. Womb-ruined, a stone In her dwindled voice, fast Fear shaking the seed Of first faith while the sour Coffin of breathless power Prepared its lone, acute line — A promise she knew would Come due but could not imagine. Her staggered, shortened moans Formed a maiden’s tower Any wind might smash, Any wave bury. Imagine her stretched out On the ground—no man around — The sky resolutely empty. No painter appears or apostle. When the jackals come near They sniff and begin to cry, Their voices plangent, raw — Less and more than human. Falling Man man fall, man fall in bright air angel rise unheavy unmortal spirit-fueled but man fall burdened tasked man fall quickly but / forever / in bright flightless moment unheavy / pure / illusion-fueled flighted moment falling time laughing laughing at people so heavy / unable to rise / wingless any bird better in bright air any angel but man fall woe-weighted mind full mouth screaming pure moment shattered glass air / empty man fall into earth good earth no laugh no scream well coming / like time unheavy but man fall old story |
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