Christian, you need not wait much longer for a second poem.
Even Satan from his grip did let slip a ribbon of promise
yelled from hills outside of schoolhouses, "let enough be enough!"
dusty light that slid in and out of the midwife's perception
as eyelids opened and closed in morning fatigue
before the chime of her alarm gave way to the ringing of station bells
promise, promise. ever heavy.
so many blankets in the armload
and to water do bovine hooves arrive,
every trembling, ever driven, ever promised relief of circumstance
children in the margins
I have been very busy today. The sociology prof performed Marx in Soho after my two classes this morning, and now I find myself rushed to get to town and run errands. The day has been kind to me, though, other than the student bank closing after half an hour.