In the Life Just Before This One
There you are, waiting
inside this lost midnight—its blue
of moonlight scraped
to your tongue. Remember
how sweet
the world is with you here
learning to walk again. You boy—
you broken animal
I gather in my arms
like the dawn I pray
for—to come. It is you
& only you
who no longer needs to be
afraid: you are home again.
Take my hands & know
the ash of centuries left between us. Say it: You
American. Say it like a country
learning the language of its god-
awful ghosts. Say how this—
& all that we took—promised
to return us to life.
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