Tuesday, October 31, 2006

absolute liars

I am, I am, I am superman

Lord Lazarus looks
in a little white door
Sylvia Plath comes through
carrying her gown

she says Lazarus,
they soon lie down

after a while
they rise

meanwhile, here on earth
i’ve begun to bear a false witness
to my life

i feel there is some justice,
there in the fuselage
in the wheelspace
in the wreckage

in the wind
or the tree
or wherever

but the city is shaking
and i’m unable to stop that

how to make this world safe
for my children, who might want it?
how to make my lover hear me?

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