Moses
There she stood in the thick straw,
legs still unsteady from the twenty-
five staggering miles between farms,
staring out at the sun, warm and bright,
where Moses stepped into the trailer…
She seemed so serious
as if it took concentration.
Last Breath of Night
Morning let me die with you
for your breath is more promising
than death…
desire
I daydream oft of redemptive blood
splayed about
the room
about me…
The Dead
Don’t know! Don’t think! Don’t wrong! Don’t drink!
Don’t fear! Don’t quake! Don’t doubt! Don’t ache!
Don’t break! Don’t forsake! Don’t! Won’t!
Don’t green! Don’t blue! Don’t mean! Don’t sue!
Don’t you!…
But what happens when a baby dies…
is that capitalized?
