we could start with Byzantium
or the bone
on the sidewalk
we could follow the
skeleton
down into the dark birth of the world
all the souls that lived and died
for the curvature of the rib cage
along the arching of the calf
it's a weakness: we especially
who crawl in the gutters
see ourselves as refuse, it's tempting
to say we are innocent waste. we are not--
are rather, the ones who crouch
as in every city
along the sidewalks, unseeing
sifting the litter,
and that is what I was coming to:
the sidewalks.
that are born in the creases of the ridge-line
come cascading down
into the Boulevards
it would not be wrong
to think of wetlands
in Venice the islands
demanded canals
--these hills, preoccupied
wanted nothing,
and those who came dug trenches
and whirlpools, and hung the great channel freeways
on the rocky spines, and wrought the islands
from the crumbling,
concrete soil
and gave us necessity.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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