Monday, August 10, 2009

spies in the filed - lillies in the field

Here's the next poem in one of my latest series adorned by a photo from illustrious Marfa, Texas! Woo!

spies in the field: lilies in the field

we sincerely hope for heaven
someday, as all

in a field of holly or
lily or
berry, of clover or leaf or

we also dream of the great heaven
of steam, of engine
and smokestack,
of truck and cantilever.

the lilies of the field are
not angry at
us for wanting other things;
lilies have

feeling save benevolence.

our violence is what will undo

hell is the same thing as a bar
fight and a blank wall
lit by a neon sign.

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