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Against Its Own Ringing

More than once I’ve asked a body to scatter

And have received that scattering.

More than once, a scar. More than once a scare-

Crow watching the corn of another’s body

Sing and break beneath my marble eyes, my exhausted feet.

More than once, I’ve been a bell broken

Against its own ringing. A kind of meadow unified

By the barest imagination broken.

Even if I could take the diamonds down from your hair,

Unsnack the woolen snood of desire

Worn about your head like a broken chandelier, winter

Leers at us from this spring’s browning

Timothy, the deer tangled in the tines of a barbwire fence.

The children in the creek mis-practicing

The baptizing of John, his head held below the water

Until a crown of metallic fish gather about it. How else

Shall ruin announce itself if not in one body touching another?

from King MeFind it in the library

Copyright © 2013 Roger Reeves
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Poems Roger Reeves

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