Can I write now?
The poem is over…
Laughter is defending
and justice is unequal to
cry. Shout, ‘laugh sing’ –
slow down your heart for
the winds to blow – I have
come through the sycamore’s
blades
Dogs doing it on the lawn while
David watched. Christ poor and
in prison.
Groping for a word Meredith was
sworn in for trial.
