Things Come On: An Amneoir [my mother lives under the ground]
My mother lives under the ground so I am drawn to that country still air cools water trickles black roots tower down in her house up here a sky never whole buoys around light of the moon I could spend half a year down where she always lives * respiration of sky moisture of sheets: dying not so private as everyone supposed she says to me the most poletical subject – don't lie – how come – click cut paste precise poet surgeon son * physical death no metaphor to transport you over or down river physical fear of intellectual fear mother not all the things ings happening at once would be an afterwards an afterword an Over & Out. The Republic will survive mutation [they "didn't get all of it out"] paralysis The Dead will dead they may be pyrrhic meta-static grown up
From Things Come On: An Amneoir, published by Wesleyan University Press. Copyright © 2011 by Joseph Harrington. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.
Date Published: 2011-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/things-come-amneoir-my-mother-lives-under-ground