Poetry Night: 2 of 3

The Work of Memory – A Cento

Iridescent
synchronicity, twisting
together as if on
strings

the space between death and resurrection,

at once blessed and beautiful,
naked as a word,

feverish with bees —

even silence found a tongue.

Today I remember
the creator,
the lion-hearted.

Unraveling language is a redemptive liminal space.

You are being continually
tattooed, inked

with the skulls of
everyone

you’ve ever loved.

The light bleeds from them
and it always will.

Hearts are made to be crushed.

 

[With respect to Maggie Dietz, Marilyn Hacker, John Clare, Julie Carr, James Richardson, May Sarton, Kevin Prufer, Nick Flynn, H. Jeremiah Lewis].

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