POEM OF THE DAY
ALSO WITH YOU
My knife is a thin curved mirror
in which I can see my mother’s eyes.
Peace be with me.
I walk in the ways of whispers
a thousand grandmothers bleed.
Peace be with me.
I never pray except that I prey;
the silence of the Lord laughs all around.
Peace be with me.
The silver arcs of streetlights
are poised like surgeons’ needles.
Peace be with me.
I go lightfoot, leadfoot
into the land of permanent midnight.
Peace be with me.
Sinister engines of blown glass
pump neon through my waking dreams.
Peace be with me.
Unquiet ghosts go bump in my genes.
A murder of crows out of my blood comes knocking.
Peace be with me.
I know the secret.
I know that it is two secrets.
Peace be with me.
I put my serious head in the lap of Chaos
for hers is the sleep that breeds.
Peace be with me.
Even the most arcane forms of money
afford no protection.
Peace be with me.
In my mother’s eyes I trust.
Pray that they never stop seeing through you.
Peace be with me
and also with you,
also with you.
Dana Pattillo
PoD 114
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