Amy Lynn Hess: Ruby Song

Spring '07 TOC

half-decayed heap of man
and sorrow
Presses palms and fingertips
too shriveled
and returned to dust to leave
any print on the window

looks out at work tarring
roofs and work
digging graves and work welding
chain link fence
 
in a torn blue collar
shirt and the
fields and the fields and the
fields and the
trees and the birds and the
road and the
road and the trees and the birds

his poverty smiles in
wonder and
he works his lips over
the pane whispers
to the one he drove with
a fist through the wall in the
family room

no moisture left in his holy body
his cheek slides smoothly down the glass
his head falls through the hands of the son who
let him down at the end
of his days

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