"Time is a River to Kill"
it had eyes and wings
everywhere
that’s why I kept looking at it
when I should have been watching
the dog
plunge into the woods
after a doe
that’s why I cupped
the gold from the surface
only to have it disappear
at my touch
but just one kiss
and I was hooked
one kiss cold as a cellar door
my eyes held shut
as its blue dress folded around me
like a winged sky
then I saw coffin nails
slide from the wooden joints of my boat
the skeleton collapse like driftwood
the prow become a gravestone leaning into the wind
there’ll be no more plowing fields
no sleeping in rooms
thirst my star of pain
steady as a fish
as a dry stalk awaiting the resurrection
© 2008 Cornelius Vanvig
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