Monday, April 15, 2013

Poem: "A Position of Defeat 15"




15.

the sun once shone so gently from my limbs
this snap of me on college lawn doth show
and he fawn-like yet milky as a doe
drew every ray of light from me to him

i was a god and he my first creation
but matters were as though the other way
a deer called forth the dawn out of the day
a god could kiss a tail in adoration

the wonder is imprisoned in the snap
the roebucks on this island crawl with ticks
the sun appears like a cardsharper’s trick
or burnished as the past a burning trap


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