Tuesday Poetry blogging
That's right, more poetry. Because other people do it, and that must
make it normal.
Stan Rice (1976)
3 A.M. OPENING THE WINDOW
Because I will die
I open the window
at 3 a.m. I am up writing
and drinking
and dying.
In the Yellow Sea
the South Koreans report
death never retreats,
nor from the Wailing Wall
do new deaths
step back blessed.
The night air
is cool and watery.
Lows in the 50's.
Highs in the 70's. Occasional drizzle.
Those are the facts, says the radio. But
we forget.
Right?
The North Koreans
report
the Yellow Sea
is sorry.
But we are drowning
and wailing.
In Lima
after The Earthquake
clean water
was gold.
It is death’s
drizzle we write
checks on.
When we die
we bounce.
posted by Elizabeth @ 6:10 PM
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