It’s not meant to be an old trick. I
found myself, finding
No formula for words to please.
You cannot heal the deaf god.
Consult the lists
obituary notices your spirit keeps.
I came to it broken,
a full stop:
never knowing there already was
no avenue of retreat.
- first published in DESCANT
- excerpt from THE ESCHATOLOGICAL DOG, 152 pages, $19.99
- my books – http://www.amazon.com/Dean-J.-Baker/e/B00IC6PGQM