naming the parts
"old woman & cat" (2007)
Did I mention last Monday I was involved in a head-on collision that destroyed my car and banged up my knee? I didn't? The good news is no one was hurt, not even the person who ran a stop sign on the icy road as I was entering the intersection … well, no one was hurt except for the knee.
Who knows what one feels right before impact?
Black Bliss? Dullest lust? The Devil's anguish
at the Crossroads? Laughter? Rubbish to act
like I know – that is not my job. Rubbish
to write that I know. That is not my job.
I work with the living. With this mawkish
world I've named into being. This macabre
task to name all the part. Why would I wish
to know how I might perish? Could I claim
it won't be quick? brutal? Who can say less?
Who can tell how I'll feel? Who can say more?
Will I will rise, dying, wild hair a flame?
Will I leave my soul lost in a pathless
wilderness? a place we have no name for?
December 13th, 2007 at 2:28 am
Ouch. I hoped there are no delayed reactions. Shock often kicks in some time after the event. You got a dark, dramatic poem from it, which is a positive!