Salvage
The wreck
is a fact.
The worse
has happened.
The salvage trucks
back in and
the salvage men
begin to sort
and stack,
whistling as
they work.
Thanks be
to God - again -
for extractable elements
which are not
carriers of pain,
for this periodic
table at which
the self-taught
salvagers disassemble
the unthinkable
to the unthought.
I also bought two of her books at the event and had her sign them.
I'm nearly finished with my current reading, so I'll get to these next! I've always found poetry really intimidating (i.e., impossible) to write, but really enjoyable to read.
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