things above (2015)

  

throngs emerge to see the bloodmoon

their cars coagulate our street

on mount tabor, the extinct volcano hill

that rises a view to distant glory.

i came up on the belmont fifteen,

as it reached my number

cars were doing scatterbrained ad litems

and the bus clipped a parked car,

another whale beached by minnows

waves and real things.

what seems a crowd is a hemorrhage

in a literary romantic way,

as our telescopes are tampons we carry for bulletwounds

or great mileage scars are worn on our sleeves

turning breath to a frame for sky

or the thing shaped meanly many

there for the show

there on a hill

feeling blood in a moon mostly tainted

by men and the things above.

 

 

2015