Today's poem is by Paul Guest
The God of Neglect, Overheard
O hearts fat with custard, and sweet,
forgive that I move at alland signal my coming with rain:
forgive the rusted raspof all things: the venom-wet wasp
nesting in newspaper,tenant of scabrous ink;
the starved blurof the bird pecking nothing
upon the ground, singingsuet and sugar-water, worm and dust.
Were I to forget youthe world would fatten
and the hinges swing free;rust in rills would run
from where you stood,shocked still by dawn.
O mouths rimmed in blood,if I left you
I would return to feed youblack hanks of kelp
from each fist. And againyou would lose the whole
of what was gainedthose days I swam away from you
like an echo, deadto your ears and never
to return, this tipperof urns and master of mold,
this god of the slackfigure and swollen belly
O lambs, O marrow melting like wax.
Copyright © 2006 Paul Guest All rights reserved
from Exit Interview
New Michigan Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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