Realquiet

 1. The crisp crusted burn A low static in the eyes Washing my feet as I go  Sturdy joists across a shallow floor Phoned the Cemetery authority To discuss the direction of headstones 5 days of rain, 5 chances to flood    2. The house began to take on strange energies in those final days The wind haunting slow circles  around the edges Across the street the worker began to spend nights alone in his truck lights on engine off It was hot and everything was wet 3. The dispiriting beauty  Of a grocery store sunset Wide enough to die under 

  To you: whose brow is made of metal Whose curvilinear form and Whose warm weight and  Whose full-throated  Self is so self possessed: Sorry So Sloppy ————— Dozens of them set out  on the slope o f the hospital grounds   Searching in teams  You, Christ on a cross I hold your hand, unsure OK yeah yes easy-peasy —————- Friendless in the air conditioned dark Kicking at a moonless sky Possessed of an idea That a call or a coo  Will bring us to you But we never do arrive And so you writhe upward Toward the static And quivering constellations  And it never ends —————- In years past I was of the night  Less lately But still, time to time Look up at the moon  And sway sickly as the knees tickle And wake with a prayer  For clean weather