Thursday, September 13, 2018

Kit Kelen #986 - a poet's comedy


986
a poet's comedy
(at Bunyah)


in words lost
and go for solace to
let them count us up

neighbourly
one valley to next

it must be spring
the mulberry comes leaves again
big lizards on the way over the mountain

once he told me every river needs a poet
and I could have the Myall

observe the unities of time, space, action
the nursing home smell spreads out from the house
one day could be worse than another

or he could always be pretending
but I know it's much more of a struggle than seen

the keys lie idle
hasn't all been said?

let me be offering and altar
'thanks'

now we are way past it

maybe he just can't behave
just can't say it

or perhaps there's one to whom, for whom?
and poem is prayer?
useless to go with questions

be bound
till sun through gumleaves
every chair's a throne
and every cough command

bow down
and let the mail be come
bring up the driveway

the keys lie idle
once was in China
and I said to him
I said

no... it's gone...

come down to this one anecdote
punchline gone
stage strewn with surviving

how the fallen are mighty yet
I am the messenger shot

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful Kit. thank you.
    I love lots of this and possibly the lizard most.

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