Today's poem is by C. T. Salazar
Triptych Just before Mass
for Franz Wright
I
We stood in the shape of an open jaw, the piano
our black tongue, and breaking out of the room's teeth
a multitude of carved horses, which is just anotherway of saying I stood with my hand over my mouth
when the man wrapped in dirty blankets approached
the piano and started playing twinkletwinkle little star.
IIAlways the awe in hacksawed.
Always the word sanctuary to shave downlike sweet lemon peels. A child broke the stained-glass
window once. The next day he left itreassembled on the floor, as if we could look through
and see our precious saints chewing termite-rich roots.
IIIChrist on the wall reminds me of the tree
the field raised after lightning burned it whitewith new knowledge. If God is cold, it's because
he left the nursing home with only a fewdirty blankets and muddy socks. If God speaks,
it is in single syllables we board like boatsto reach our fathers. Yes if God speaks,
it is a single golden O like Saturn's largest ring.
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