The Horses: New & Selected Poems

Flying

191 Flying It bolted onto the windowsill its dials for speed and fuel its steering wheel that pushed in pulled out to dive or climb He flew into the aircourt sun exploding reflected in the windows brick walls small sky at the top body of the years in that flight body of the dreams inside that house Madeleine of the roseate nipples Blackie the Polish butchers the flight transparent flowering flame World War II tracers Korean dogfights He dove down aching into death climbed back out bigger stronger 192 Superimposed upon the aircourt body of the building leavened window bread of lives that lived inside it rising body of those many lives He understood nothing about time the twisted knuckly hands about money the main chance about baby cries answerless walls in which death was breathing Each single life without alternative Silvia of the tickling Mr. O’Riley Melvin Cohen two punches to the head These bled back to him later invisible fuselage body of the plane flying towards your body, reader the city of your body flying unwritten inside ...