WORDS
Is there a clear speaking?
Clear strands coming
with wind behind
to get to each other?
I want to be hard in the language
of madness:
parts
trunks
clangs in hands
annihilation in a baby's cry. Please hold
the babies
are speaking
from inside of history
dirt knowledge
layers of dirt knowledge
forgotten to everything
but blood.
Save me
fabrics, grass, glass, turn
off the web.
At any time a person can look up.
At any time the heavens are available for viewing.
Harris Wheeler is the author of the chapbook Dreams from the Grass Stage, which was published in collaboration with a writing collective they are part of called FTP. They host a monthly poetry reading series called Domestic Water in Covington, Kentucky.