Sunday, September 14, 2014

WILLIAMS AND THOMAS


--the hand that signed the paper, DT 1914-1953

He’ll be the one hung when judgement appears

as glossed Williams as to Thomas’s fate

Such Wild Metaphors peace be faithful

the sickness of Spring is no adventure

it willn’t not return mulch for wheelbarrow

Man as Metaphor’s too much Medicine

for backwards desires redolent, Boxed,

Will as yet become Flowers for Yielding.


Tell me again, tell it to me again.

My youth was bent by the same fever gained

I send my condolence : you are one too?

A needle in the conscience of power,

as the bard on his strings hung up higher

than the others for everyone to see

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