HOWEVER FULL WE MAY SEEM | ITHAKA

HOWEVER FULL WE MAY SEEM

knowledge dolphins through us
like shrapnel
from       deer.

In the A-frame, a projector
flickers. All is not       gathered.

I jury-rig the truck.

We are capable of
                                  waiting.

If you must

be a planet,      O,
                                      stand

near
                    the house

 

 

 

ITHAKA

for Martha, the last known Passenger Pigeon, d. Sept. 1st, 1914

I’m rolling in the truck bed
wound in wire.
I can’t recall any jokes

so it seems I shouldn’t be
naked. Across the trestle, low as a grouse,
one hears rumors of freight.

The spring crow grows strong;
the hoarders’ hands
flutter & chime with coin.

“I want more,”
said the great Odysseus.
The singer has forgotten that,

& many other parts
of this song.