You say Look at me

I will sit alone I will bear the yoke I will be filled with insults I will put my mouth in dust I will give my cheek to the one who strikes I will wait on your steps You cause grief You afflict me Not from your heart. You see me Your love steadfast, abundant.

We never really talked then the Maple Grove waves Brown brick school hunched exposed flashbulb sky Her hair flitters intricate mountainside stone and heath and evergreen Disturbed in wind and snowfall (fall fall fall fall) Falls like parade confetti on courthouse grass the girl from my astronomy class I notice her wave from the back of the 4-H float she throws me a daisy the petals everywhere fall fall fall white and green and green and white white and green and green and white I wish I knew you

Your words of life your brothers scorned mother wounded cold Midwest night Shamed faithlessness betraying love why won’t they see? why did I speak? blue lights flicker clean g.i. home piled eight tracks your friends removed that night you find your bed all fine still can’t lie down the fire holds you Some who told you of the one song won’t sing along their voices prudent preacher told you haters gonna hate but lovers gonna ache we know that too cursed demon said shook you in bed sitting upright showed yourself bright in lying detail assured you of Death

Imagine all things made new Dream now of all things made new A dozen kids plus two on sunlight days A home living room, with family new You took us all in to considerate it Filled hearts and stomachs to/o educate us Confusion new uncool, he’s a man Comfort and wisdom true, young again Mysteries too clear to see now We talked about it The world and all we see We thought about it Insecurities and flaws will pass away Together we’ll be safe Still a fight against that Still a man despite that Still afraid, look through that Still awaits our right relation Forget that word and learn another Brother rise up not in anger Stand in one spirit, in him all others Forget that word and learn it

Settling down down the dust a tidy nook you cannot see It’s just a little small. Violet blinds, with soft dark pleats, I’m wrapping in Windows missing, though I can see the world through a line of light on the floor beneath the door. I wrote a song, full and long Layered breaking leaves, Light cracks in wind, infinitely Then polished down. Polished down. Polished down. Polished down. Working still. Alone I sleep with clawbent hands And wake with aching joints. In the basement closet

The sun sets We eat in silence The bar closes The lights dim You wait with me all night on the floor The hole in my lung (and) the fiery door The trees lean/wither The stars fall my breath slows in burning walls You wait with me you look at me through the cracks in my face, you see through the cracks in my face, I see you now

We see a house across the field Enflamed. The low clouds orange I hold you close. Abraham called forth Nowhere to lay, the new law of death Should he settle to the earth Embers wander Over the horizon and dim unseen Drift dark in a disappearing stream

Selections from the following neverending song: I know a river whose waters run asleep run run ever singing in the shallows dumb in the hollows sleeping so deep and all the swallows that dip their feathers in the hollows or in the shallows are the merriest swallows of all for the nests they bake with the clay they cake with the water they shake from their wings that rake the water out of the shallows or the hollows will hold together in any weather and so the swallows are the merriest fellows and have the merriest children and are built so narrow like the head of an arrow to cut the air and go just where the nicest water is flowing and the nicest dust is blowing for each so narrow like head of an arrow is only a barrow to carry the mud he makes from the nicest water flowing and the nicest dust that is blowing to build his nest for her he loves best with the nicest cakes which the sunshine bakes all for their merry children all so callow with beaks that follow gaping and hollow wider and wider after their father or after their mother the food-provider who brings them a spider or a worm the poor hider down in the earth so there's no dearth for their beaks as yellow as the buttercups growing beside the flowing of the singing river always and ever growing and blowing for fast as the sheep awake or asleep crop them and crop them they cannot stop them but up they creep and on they go blowing and so with the daisies the little white praises they grow and they blow and they spread out their crown and they praise the sun and when he goes down their praising is done and they fold up their crown and they sleep every one till over the plain he's shining amain and they're at it again praising and praising such low songs raising that no one hears them but the sun who rears them and the sheep that bite them are the quietest sheep awake or asleep with the merriest bleat and the little lambs are the merriest lambs they forget to eat for the frolic in their feet and the lambs and their dams are the whitest sheep with the woolliest wool and the longest wool and the trailingest tails and they shine like snow in the grasses that grow by the singing river that sings for ever and the sheep and the lambs are merry for ever because the river sings and they drink it and the lambs and their dams are quiet and white because of their diet for what they bite is buttercups yellow and daisies white and grass as green as the river can make it with wind as mellow to kiss it and shake it as never was seen but here in the hollows beside the river where all the swallows are merriest of fellows for the nests they make with the clay they cake in the sunshine bake till they are like bone as dry in the wind as a marble stone so firm they bind the grass in the clay that dries in the wind the sweetest wind that blows by the river flowing for ever but never you find whence comes the wind that blows on the hollows and over the shallows where dip the swallows alive it blows the life as it goes awake or asleep into the river that sings as it flows and the life it blows into the sheep awake or asleep with the woolliest wool and the trailingest tails and it never fails gentle and cool to wave the wool and to toss the grass as the lambs and the sheep over it pass and tug and bite with their teeth so white and then with the sweep of their trailing tails smooth it again and it grows amain and amain it grows and the wind as it blows tosses the swallows over the hollows and down on the shallows till every feather doth shake and quiver and all their feathers go all together blowing the life and the joy so rife into the swallows that skim the shallows and have the yellowest children for the wind that blows is the life of the river flowing for ever that washes the grasses still as it passes and feeds the daisies the little white praises and buttercups bonny so golden and sunny with butter and honey that whiten the sheep awake or asleep that nibble and bite and grow whiter than white and merry and quiet on the sweet diet fed by the river and tossed for ever by the wind that tosses the swallow that crosses over the shallows dipping his wings to gather the water and bake the cake that the wind shall make as hard as a bone as dry as a stone it's all in the wind that blows from behind and all in the river that flows for ever and all in the grasses and the white daisies and the merry sheep awake or asleep and the happy swallows skimming the shallows and it's all in the wind that blows from behind

We’ll never leave Everlasting I’ll waste it all for this worn out joy to awake If they care, they don’t love you Drink it up. Burn it up. I’ll be your shoulder to die on

Die brother Die in the Lord Hell Unable to give So much to give So much love Deep chest pains Shallow breaths Guilty for all Guilty of all I forgive all