|Joy Cometh in the Morning
Brakes fail. We lie.
Carrots stick in the gullet:
coughing triggers a stroke.
Rain freezes. A runner on stairs
unmoors itself and slides.
Against all justice the baby sickens.
A woman putting on the thirteenth green
dizzies, her last words my head aches,
and take me home. War hovers.
Your watch is off. What child
deserves such parents? Dead fish
clog the river, wash ashore,
then the smell begins. Someones son
strangles a person he thinks he loves.
Crops wilt. The knife slips.
Ridicule leads to bruises. That person
listens and walks away, and that one,
who said the wrong things, knows it.
No touch endures. The doctor is unsure.
Memory says love is unreturned.
The words you have rehearsed
vanish from your mouth. Sleep
teases. Gesture is not enough.
I dont know how we go on.