(when death came to me)
Water, flesh, or stone—
dead on the edge of Wilsons
The day went dark, then done.
Something, something, something,
unfurled the world.
Time is malleable, legend replaces history,
stirred by the nostrils of apocalyptic horses.
I slowed the whole world down among
the trees of my thoughts.
String theory is easily the sunrise and springtime the
swing of a blade & death, when all things go wrong.
Cento from Poetry foundation May/August 2005
Authors: Andrew Hudgins, Louise Gluck, David Wagoner, Loren Goodman, Conor O’Callaghan, Joel Brouwer, Billy Collins, George Szirtes, Charlene Fix, Richard Wilbur, Randall Mann, Albert Goldbarth, Bob Hicok, H.L. Hix, Zach Finch, Jennifer Michael Hecht (Poetry Foundation May/ August 2005)