Notes About The Poem
THESE ARE MY RECENT POEMS. MY FIRST BOOK OF POEMS WILL BE RELEASED SOON BY GOLDMINDS PUBLISHING. http://www.goldmindspub.com/#!bill-yates/c10a6
My Amen Is Fixed
Food nourishes the prayerful and the blind.
This day no mourning is proper,
but tilted.
Streaming video is no comfort
when the cold howls outside.
Where are you going with this?
Lead on lead on, you farcical clown.
Makeshift shanties will suffice
when cold is not remorse,
and video streams into the window.
Bring up a zephyr from the south
to ease this chill.
My, my sweet prince
who sings to heaven—
Merrily we dance all day
then freeze at night.
The cold is evermore,
evermore.
Tying bubbles to a trampoline
is hopeless, remorseless.
Evermore they sing, and nobody
knows the proper tune.
Exhume the day from night
And peek through the slit of dawn.
The cold is evermore,
evermore.
To face it will crust the cheek
like ice
And bruise the spine with grace,
But my Amen is fixed, terminal.
Jesus will write you in his book
with blood-ink,
And we must drift that way
like a leaf blowing
in the cold wind--
heartbroken.
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