Visions of Never Being Heard from Again
I stopped by to see you but you were not home marshland the pure vision my ancient lives all risen up and rising shudder in my bed to come up against a living religion; they get offended so easily; blow up your hundred-foot Buddha no problem. Entire mountainside. Presumably it's an improvement on whatever came before on what was here before ancestral crypt your daddy built; a grassy hill; a patchwork quilt; inadequately warming.
Copyright © 2010 by Rebecca Wolff. Used with permission of the author.
The founder of the literary journal Fence, Rebecca Wolff's collection Manderley was selected for the 2000 National Poetry Series.
Date Published: 2010-11-16
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/visions-never-being-heard-again