Today's poem is by Eva Mary Hooker
Ghost-bird, I
Do to me according to what has gone out of your mouth.
Judges 11. 37
After my burning, father, I will sing you to sleep.
I fold myself within lake reeds and under beds of willow.
The sky is orange.You tie flat-wood around me. I wait for flint
And spark.My body utters me like a psalm. Makes bone etchings
Like the desert peoples.Wind-swept, I have no wedding script. Without issue,
I have no resonance. I amGhost-bird, father
Do to me according to what has gone out
of your mouth.I am humming in your ear.
Against the word of your vow, I am hummingMy runic diary.
Music is my only mastery.Your vow shatters what you have made: Ghost-bird, I.
After my burning, I will sing you to sleep.
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Copyright © 2020 Eva Mary Hooker All rights reserved
from Presence: A Journal of Catholic Poetry
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