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TWO POEMS

TWO POEMS Page 311 Charles THE WAIST BAND the old stories are always grabbing for the mike they want your blood and thigh baked in a holiday meat pie there’s a costume for everyone that almost fits but the waist’s always a bit too small the shoulders too threadbare or the codpiece droops excessively history’s constantly reclaiming itself as in who’s left to rearrange the furniture or stumble around in iron boots ~ 9:2 Copyright 2003 by Duke University Press Page 312 riddle in the cave of gestures a hawk-headed man signs to the crowd on the far shore according to your decoder ring he says “I am not from this place” but your sister using binoculars reads “I am one of you” later he’ll be walking his symbols home on a leash still later he’ll be planted in a tree graffiti grateful for the homey hieroglyphs carved into his beyond death’s untimely worms will find him in absentia now growing in a falcon’s nest now flooding the river banks with song so much for rebirth ~ not enough wiggle room left in myth? tragedy?— it’s got us by the short hairs even when you stuff your ears with straw http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Common Knowledge Duke University Press

TWO POEMS

Borkhuis, Charles
Common Knowledge , Volume 9 (2) – Apr 1, 2003
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Page 311 Charles THE WAIST BAND the old stories are always grabbing for the mike they want your blood and thigh baked in a holiday meat pie there’s a costume for everyone that almost fits but the waist’s always a bit too small the shoulders too threadbare or the codpiece droops excessively history’s constantly reclaiming itself as in who’s left to rearrange the furniture or stumble around in iron boots ~ 9:2 Copyright 2003 by Duke University Press Page 312 riddle in the cave of gestures a hawk-headed man signs to the crowd on the far shore according to your decoder ring he says “I am not from this place” but your sister using binoculars reads “I am one of you” later he’ll be walking his symbols home on a leash still later he’ll be planted in a tree graffiti grateful for the homey hieroglyphs carved into his beyond death’s untimely worms will find him in absentia now growing in a falcon’s nest now flooding the river banks with song so much for rebirth ~ not enough wiggle room left in myth? tragedy?— it’s got us by the short hairs even when you stuff your ears with straw

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Common Knowledge – Duke University Press

Published: Apr 1, 2003

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