Call Every Man Your Darling
       

What is resurrection?
The movement of his hands
as he emulates the birds.
The turn and counter turn of sand
after each wave.
The owl’s echo of night.
Her breath on his arm in sleep.
Surely goodness and mercy follow.
He didn’t want it to be over
Moon, gorgeous angel,
come down from your black house.

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Copyright © 2012 John Mann All rights reserved
from Abel, Baker, Charlie
The National Poetry Review Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission