51.
So the sun keeps rising I keep gloom
to myself
mockingbird on the rail in love with
half an apple
sing to me Caruso sing to me all your
arias
you like me can be anybody else
to hide my own song in another’s
they say Pavarotti could not read
music
so he had to become Nemorino Edgardo
Cavaradossi
flesh became song oh the fat ones we
were
to impersonate myself unlock the
truth
read the horoscope of strangers
to see the way we stand and move
the Talking Cure without one word
being said.
52.
Selvanus must have been one of our gods
Lord Esus in the woodlot with a
hatchet
or we had no gods we had persons
to study the habits of and to revere
because reverence is all
and these holy images of women and of
men
make us revere the ones who walk with
us
ourselves as much as anybody
if gods are anywhere they must be in
you
and you, there are no places we are
not
when people are asleep the world goes
home
I woke the sun up this morning go to
bed with her tonight.
