<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uses For Wings - Variations From 'We Can Be Broken' & Other Discarded Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">.<br>'It means so much that we can be broken.' - from an early poem,1978</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Tien Ho, departed, <br>and Michael R.<br>carving the empty space<br>of her leaving still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a Presence beyond<br>illicit fires bearing witness<br>to evidence, remains of flight, <br>contrived escapes blocked by panes, <br>walls striped in ramming panic, <br>of ritual and a broken neck, <br>petrified wings placed in open <br>spaces they once could range.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I began</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a bird flown down a chimney<br>dying in an empty house, <br>a hidden mountain valley, <br>night time fires upon surrounding<br>hills, moonshine stills signaling<br>flame warnings, bootleggers' silent<br>spirits conjuring drip by drip<br>metal and grain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here are uses for wings: <br> <br>something returning, <br>or turning inward <br> <br>eventually climbed, <br>rested upon, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or fallen to some chimney life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Descending the hill in unplanned rehearsal <br>for what has become a destined association, <br>our mutual confession is invisibly drawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ruined one-room church appears, <br>a cemetery plot weed-hidden behind this <br>once sentinel house long remote to men, <br>as present as God. My own presence is bound <br>to his who stands confounded now as three, <br>one above grave, one within it, and me <br>in between, one eye upon him, the other <br>upon sagging dirt where bones and a <br>ragged shirt share an unexpected <br>moment of veils confused in sunlight's<br>disarray of leaves, wood, of stone and<br>shadows frozen there, not breathing <br>for us all in unstoried astonishment.<br> <br>Here horseflies feast.<br>Upon weathered stones <br>are only creases for once were <br>names, dates, even God's Word, <br>chiseled by a now unknown hand, <br>an impression only, one among many, <br>reduced to no plot but that of Providence <br>left to surmise swatting at Eucharistic <br>flies proving only flesh and only blood, <br>a flood of questions eventually exhaled, <br>and exhaling still, waiting beside <br>a white rock with wings, <br>ignoring fires, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaning into changes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535719" data-title="Uses For Wings - Variations From 'We Can Be Broken' & Other Discarded Poems de Warren Falcon" data-description=". 'It means so much that we can be broken.' - from an early poem,1978 For Tien Ho, departed, and Michael R. carving the empty space of her leaving still * Here is a Presence beyond illicit fires bearing witness to evidence, remains of flight, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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