Today's poem is by Heather McHugh
Ill-Made Almighty
No man has more assurance than a bad poet.
MartialThe logos thrives, it is crawling
with bugs. The lecturers, below,are memorific, futurized, dead-certain
they'll go unsurprised. They don'tknow nows as you do, true to no
clear destination. (You can't even actyour age, it's over-understudied.) Steady
as you go. The greatest waves are barelybearable, alive's ill-read already,
and the Skipper is sickof the terribly lit
graffiti in the head.
Copyright © 2004 Heather McHugh All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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