After His Woman is Killed, Conan the Barbarian
Goes On To Become a King by His Own Hand
With Her Spirit Guiding Him
The madness of negatives
Last night the tall dead
Walked the village like giants
While I shot up in a dream
Shall I make sense or shall
I tell the truth — choose either
I cannot do both.
Kind eyes, an unmade bed,
I know you are reading this
As I go. I go, not quite as doctrinaire
As an atheist, I will bend
Someday like a reed over the broken
Mosaic of a suburb, my home you,
Your home, me, and those who
Understand will also die.
“You are the most alive thing in the world”
You too, in my world and in the other one.
[in New American Writing (2005) and in Sunny Wednesday, Wave Books, 2009]