August 22, 2012

Would You Have Him Consumed?

Nails are driven into wood

And things are made

You could take an arm and wrap it in gauze and then wrap it in cloth and even cover it in plaster

You can put tape upon tape until your fists are like rocks

You can take a smooth piece of wood and scratch an idle mark here and another there

Phone calls can break your heart no matter the century

Bicycles to aeroplanes to home theaters and satellite television

Putting the professional back in

Hanging the lighting

Preparing the wonder

I don't know how so many things work, they just do

You're on a beach, touch it

There's the sun

Location:Portland St,Baltimore,United States


Susan said...

I love this poem. I see a catalog of making--yes, as in one of those famous Walt Whitman lists--an orgy of passive voice leaving out the maker and the consumer. I see history.

"And things are made" It is theatre.

"Preparing the wonder" It is theatre.

"You're on a beach, touch it"