Monday
Nov142011

Glossa Ordinaria

Michael C. Petersen




On the margin in a hand, the second
owned and operated vessel, a woman perhaps

man wilt thou          and the ship in which all
Mankind sails
is landed safe        is risen again
                                                                    
and again
                                    safe on your port

to no one in particular. Because

sweetheart. What probably moves, removes me
from where you are      insistent tern

in the sea-vein, rides
that ephemera   

desire, or how we're wound
with it, wasting grounds, mainline & gangion,
   
draggle of the trap behind the having of anything
and then trawled

the hated version of oneself lashed to the preferred.
Lineage. Capitulation of what you have.

Mankind wilt thou risk
                       
             mankind can thou rise.