Monday, December 17, 2007
GRACE RUN IT THROUGH ME
Don't leave me, as sunlight spreads
its wound through the broken-jaweddoorways of morning. Don't let me
forget how I stood here, mouth open,afraid what might enter.
There are diamonds still caught
in the tough black gullets of crowswho swing toward the sun.
There are still fish alive in this river-- bright as coins they flash, searching the bottom
There are children racing
through nervous pews,
who trace dust on black Bible fronts,
and dream of cars like red-painted animals
with doors open, waiting for them.
There are men who jostle and shout around the spuming back of a garbage truck.
In the muddled half-sleep of work,
their faces dance to each other
like drowned garments.
They think of going home to touch
their lovers, to run the shiver
like a current through their fingers.
This is the shudder,
the current,
the hollow collapse.
Oh Grace,
I will not break.
Run it through me.
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