Litany for the Sinned Against
(two)
Vicissitude
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the land.
Matthew 5:5
Going isn’t the only issue. Or even choosing
to go. Or even the road, so abundantly
choked at the throat. Going, and on
the way who lifts their skirts high as brass
and eyes the ties any number of times
when it’s all bending at the natural
need this road once bloated with boats
and bodies oh who knows this road
this going on the road and the lonely
oil-soaked soles no shoes as though
by now it’s floating that’s required, floating
the float of pelicans or those in no
hurry their holding of the air the air
holding them solely only them their going
is no going their choosing is no
choosing yet this floating like this, no
need of roads, only the knowing the weight
of their lungs and sewn into bones…
let’s choose, yes, let’s been given to choose
our road oh and who on our road, and then,
when we are time, our own repose
on the edge of our road no glow no snow
no hollow just this my ending I have a right
this! You may have come into me
and broken me completely but the bird
after your hurt is begun oh I choose her
I turn my face and float
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