Claims and facts
Tumble out
Of her still forming
lips
Of
Ancient words
Promises
Recited by kings and harlots
Translated from dead languages
To dying tongues
Driven upon by smoking tanks
And $10 bicycles
Considered in Antarctica
Or Howard City, Michigan
Stuck halfway
On the lips of
George Donovan
Who died
In grace
1947
The words speak her
More than she speaks them
Credo
In deum
Patorem
A boy catches her eye
Eating a chocolate chip cookie
Omnipotentum
A smile
The sky watches
The green green leaves and grass and bursting bushes
Creatorem
And flashes of light are revealed
When the blue is burned up by the sun
Some have been dead for years
Coeli
Gorgeous winged things
Et terrae
Hearts and minds and snapping fingers
And little boys flicking water with their toes
In the pond
On a Sunday afternoon
Jesus Christ – these are only kids
Not ready
For the grey clouds and the hunt
And pulling levers
To select leaders
From cigarette stained middle aged men with stern faces and mistresses and money
Oh the money
Et in iesum christum
He is not an idea, a theory and hastily written equation on a napkin at some conference in Omaha
Natus
Blood and screams and tiled floors sterilized – clean and unclean
And we have all been there. not everyone survives. some have down’s
some…
And I have been there but not for life the last time
A dead boy
Drowned
in his own beginning
Lord save me.
Passum
Voluntary, voluntary.
Not fate or karma or katra or chance.
He chose?
Crucifixum
Mortuis
She doesn’t know what she got herself into. her marriage is ruined, dead. she can’t revive it. she fell for that man at the bank who told her she was cute for a mother of two.
Turning back
To the old lady
In the 5th row of pews
Smiling at the baby in front of her
They all sing a chorus
Or it sings them
And lingers
afterwards
forgiven
