More Fields and Full Moon
the child in the casket, of the halo of light
the water glass next to the sickbed,
of the makeup we apply on the face
the dead, and on their words and their deeds,
this weight of time is never so palpable,
when the parents in the backyard cooking food
nothing, and the hound chained to the tree
wants everything. Like
the helicopter, despite
heavy-hearted growl, and despite
its dragonfly’s indifference, wants
the handprint on the rain-washed window,
the heart, its quiver, its consumption, its secrets
destroy us, of the flesh, its pitiable
its everything, it is everything
until it isn’t. When
light floods forth and recedes.
the body, so prosperous and preposterous,
the bones, so necessary they remain
of the seed and of the egg, of blood
through stained-glass of the skin,
sheathing the body.
Always, we return
to the body. Always, the body.
water and from sand, and from the wind
things arrive and depart, and from the stars,
charming songs of dying,
truths and lies.
dance, that strut. Matador around the bovine,
relief pitcher circles
the mound. That trap,
that rescue. My father cleaning the pregnant
mother holding glow bugs in her hands.
cigar parlor where the bears’ heads hung.
of love, more lipstick and more eye shadow
the dead, more language—yes arbitrary words
phrases that convey the feelings more unspeakably,
the ideas etch themselves
into the rocky magnitude of the mind.
the dead, more chains
and more burial; more songs without
names with no meaning;
more fields and full moon.
Todd is the author of Graffiti Signatures (2013, Main Street Rag)
& the chapbooks, Canvas of Ash (Forthcoming, Tebot
Bach) & To Frankenstein, My Father (2007, Proem Press). His poems
have appeared in the Gettysburg Review, Salt Hill, The
Florida Review, & The Literary Review among other journals. He
is also the Managing Editor & co-creator of the online literary journal, The
Offending Adam (www.theoffendingadam.com).
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