PDF

anonymous


by David Ackley


To be the hand that throws the brick

that shatters the pane of the monolith

and meld in the singing mob.

 

A heart's tom-tom

among the voiceless trees

 

A cracked twig, a footfall,

A breath of wind across

the billowing grain

 

Silent among wraiths

Woven in the throng

 

A night hawk

staring into a cup


While the gaunt alky

wipes the grill

forever

Endcap