Thursday, July 19, 2012

For Wallace or Samuel

Nothing could be changed so smoothly
nor inform the eye so thoroughly

as editing at will
And I anticipate retribution

now at the clammy hands
of your dual ghosthood

Remind me what it was really like
when light streamed through dust

and took to dark ink
as fondly as to a parrot’s wing

Lucky bastards
Your wonderings are over

and those carets that pointed
to once omitted things

intrude and shoulder a word or two
aside no more

                                                                                   Grant Duncan 29.6.12


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