18 09 20

You look like an occa­sio­nal­ly violent man
not in charge of an altar
not in charge of an impor­tant altar, any­way
not one that is about fan­cy dei­ties
just a plain neigh­bo­rhood for the dead

please give me
spare change and your word that I won’t be mis­sing in a year

– as is the cus­tom, two humans make a huma­ni­ty
« But Rooftops Did All the Work »
Heaven is all good­byes
City lights 2017
p. 114–115
états-unis poésie poésie américaine violence