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If that doesn’t sell it to you enough, here’s another free poem from the collection. Enjoy. Or rather, enjoy and then purchase the book and then enjoy some more.
The Final Frontier
Very close to it now
And I cannot remember my mother’s arms.
The soft lake of her tongue escapes me.
My hands are dissembled roots
Shot through with silent films of water
That nothing touches.
This is the confirmation
And the countdown
In benign synchronicity
The jettison is a Belial of gentleness;
The lift-off a merciful Herod
Relocating the first born.
I am grateful for I am too weak for the stars,
For the meteors:
I sleep dependent on the breath of their dicey charities.
Gravity sucks the blue earth
Away from my feet
And begins the inhalation spaceward.
The dramas shrink to a hoarse molecule,
The Universe to a straw.
I propel through it absolved
Like a freight of grim electrics –
My obedient organs dissolving like cane.
In sodden degrees
I leave the winsomeness of blood and synopsis behind me.
I move on
And become beautiful and shoddy like a gas.
Hence I shall not want.
I shall have no kinship with green pastures.
Beyond them, there shall I lie.
In the morning I will sing to myself a new song –
My rod and my staff fainting like gauges to zero;
My burnt out rockets falling to a carboniferous atmosphere.
The airlock shushes open and it is finished.
There is to be no more of hope and I am relieved:
My heart is uncircled and through the gates of Babylon.