There is

nothing left to worship.

The three-tined sun is on a string.

A chain to hang you on.

A rope to coil when you’re done.

 

Lately, a sharp-winged bird skims the dusk

dragging the web-footed dark.

 

Up there down there.

 

Foreground. Background.

What you can swing from.

 

Renée Ashley, USA (1947 -)

 

 

“There Is” from The View from the Body.  Copyright © 2016 by Renée Ashley.  Reprinted by permission of Black Lawrence Press.

 

Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/90922

 

Poet’s website: http://reneeashley.com/

 

To buy The View from the Body: https://www.amazon.com/View-Body-Renee-Ashley/dp/1625579551

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