raised somewhere between
shock and benediction.
St. George knows
there is no damsel
in this dream, only
the notary overlooking
a formal garden, sitting
at his desk on a terrace
of black and white tiles.
I
The fly on the table ignores
the stallion's marble rage.
Even the saint and the slain
must come to know that where the body is,
there too will vultures gather.
Stephen Ackerman
FLAG DAYS
My sister's sense of humor
If
it had developed sooner
Would have grown in me like a flag
Approaching from a distant parade.
The sun is shining on the parade ground and on the burial
ground.
The soapbox orator orates,
"A banner month if my flag grows.
Add the star
Of the Lone Star State."
The sun is shining on the parade ground and on the burial
ground.
