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AS I SET MERTON BACK INTO THE FIRE
- University Press of Colorado
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25 AS I SET MERTON BACK INTO THE FIRE The high note-clusters of migratory flocks, Slank tendrils of death-weed, the few lines given by God As potato trucks inch up the low grade, The few that fall I gather— The rhythmic revving of a saw In every neighbor’s forest, the single shank ripper Vibrating to its hydraulic pulse, The bright morning air, the rain I want The rain given, fields sleayed by storm When the earth fears and is still, the wind, the diacritic leaves, Damp twigs foraged for my fire Where every twig is chosen— Pain in the lungs meaning winter. ...
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