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