plough earth

buster keaton
to be
thrown around space
by loving father

who knew good
act when he
saw one

other day
coming

territory
self

exquisite melodrama

who went before
committee crying clearly

you drinking
nectar on balcony

watching
with will

you have parable
to tell

that promised
to partner

who came here
first name
in book

making move
you cannot see

people congregating
outside door

plead melancholia

climb mountain
one or two
times in year

this last

next
whatever

we call
fabric tearing tapestry

fall

enter this
time

somewhere in ghetto
plague's free

ordered my dose
singular

though i'm puritan
by any standard

you want to
wail by wall

when you go

go somewhere
perhaps quarantine

numbers growing
faster than you
think possible

look out window
you are
no longer outcast

but in uniform
holding candle

suggested
book of revelations
becoming banal

others keeping vigil

once so ordained
amongst pestilence

enter
another museum

gather my clothes

enter ministry
with brochure

last resort

auction
breath

plough earth

Christopher Barnet

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