When man-draped blood dripped Myself down from heaven with a dropping cry Spilling this body from pained hip’s lips Crying life, life to live, life alive, 5 Did any other come dumb a-tumble, Riding my shoulders, a capable wonder? And roaring unlovely all lonely’s lessons, A dripping waxwork with a burning wick, My bone-alone prayers wrung, sung in session 10 Where echoes creep cold to double and mock: Is it I alone who lives, who dies, Unlovely in my body’s sack of lies? Upright in the everywhere-nowhere now With something-nothing thrown on shoulder and brow, 15 And naked if I only knew how, The I behind I unfurls a brown shroud Dote-silent now as twice aloud-loud, Incapable as a cloud.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.