Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

August 29, 2014 at 7:00 pm (Dani Clark, Poetry)

 

Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

my ragged copy opened again

on a whim, but not

it’s a matter of coming

out of Egypt

into my own country

Merton writes this while

he gazes at refracted Kentucky sunlight

on the white wall of his cell

his heart all a pang

and I listen to him

sob for the second time in my life

knowing he knew me

wrote it to me

the guilty bystander

still trekking a path

and not getting very far

the children on a mountain top arrest me

in Exodus

their hearts all a pang

their small gorgeous heads chopped off

I want to run with them

give them milk and honey

and watch them lick their lips

with mortal joy.

 

– Dani Clark

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