Peter Gizzi

Rewriting the Other and the Others

     
             for D. S.
     
     I wanted to model the morning light
     Too difficult to impasto the sky
     
     You are Alcestis with a kite
     The years whip by and tears cover answers
     
     I would fashion my own wagon
     Rolling home, this might never come again,
             above a flat swatch of tradition
     
     Please recline your smooth abdomen
             my way
     And the hollow of a tin oak pings
     
     Empty of death like truth
     An atmosphere becomes indelible ink
     
     Removed from a single black negative
     Singularity may be achieved also: the scar
             so narrow
     
     To leave you then
     On earth, empty in vague happiness
     
     A solitary column of loss added here
     A blunt pulled in water
     
     You forever
     Leave me, as a husk leaves a seed
     
     Then reverse the Tyrants' ideology, an original 
             of an original!
     And a noisy sphere, a bird strafes air
     
     
     

Copyright © 1996 Peter Gizzi

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