Gravity Hold the Moon (poem)
Gravity Hold the Moon
Gravity hold the moon
Being that we haven’t drowned ourselves
We haven’t known
If the shift and sway of a fatter sea
Would jolt the center
Miscalculate our science
And cast you free
We fly away with our celestial tin cup
To learn whether some other moon will have us
Or at the door of Mars we importune
And that at last makes sense
A scourge of teeming humanity this pox
We have reset again reset the clock
Here we are at the culmination
And a Godly finger aims a double-layered curse
The disease and the cure
Each one is better than the next
The next thing is more interesting than the current
thing
Is the musk ox of the northern reaches now at peace
Does he feel his time grows short
In the earth’s interior an oven’s fire burns
The smallest thing that reasons feels that we are
steaming
Gravity Hold the Moon
Petal and Perfume
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The Face
Suppose a thing that can’t be true
A clown, feet torn away
Rolled newspapers for legs
Written in Japanese characters
A green-bound book about robbers
Shocks run through the earth
And typhoon rains
And shallow roots spread node by node
Shift the surface as they turn
Against a pebble of resistance
Form patterns older than the temple
Back-breaking stones fall one by one
Four corners build a pyramid
On yielding ground
Forces older than the culture push
Slowly down
Inexorably over time
Missionaries and soldiers saw the face
Smiling askew pale stone
In the fevered swelter of the tropic zone
Some image in a photograph or drawing
Became the talisman
And minds too new to understand
Escapees and adoptions
After all
What is the ghost
Only the thing that haunts you
Find “Gravity” in The Poor Belabored Beast
(2014, 2015 Stephanie Foster)
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