TWO THINGS
Someone showed me what I mean:
How death is a mixture;
The face of my other body
Like that of an ox,
How it walked on water slowly,
Heavily,
Like a sundial,
Rapidly changing its shape in the waves,
Dancing around its own becoming,
Draped in big wings collected
out of permanent nothing.
I was born, once, and when I looked
through the long window in the morning,
I saw motion in the cornfield.
DAMNATION IS A CHRISTIAN MOON
Wings grow in the morning
And fold at night.
This is the way it goes.
There are things you learn when you're young,
When you're still too heavy
To straddle the mist:
Damnation is a plastic instrument,
Or something to hold
In the back of the mind;
Death is a steel wall.
This is why it's right for us.
Someone had to show us what we are.
WAIT TIL YOU SEE MY FACE
Everywhere is where Nothing
Toddles and sunbathes
And leaves its dim footprints
In the light,
And changes its shape
The way angels do,
Flashing randomly from thing to thing.
Nothing is a woman with arms.
It seems like I'd saw them off
In a perfect world
And stitch them to my back.
I want you to know I'm real
And I'm really trying hard
To get you here.
ZACK BORZONE is a poet and musician living in New York City.