L I F E
“God, give us each our own death,
The dying that proceeds
From each of our lives.”
From The Book Of Hours,
Love Poems To God, Rilke III 6
God, give me three deaths.
The golden-calf-I-can-milk image
Of you.
The impulse to shout before
The cock crows thrice and thereafter
A rock silence.
The colt love that carries
A neighbor’s load only on convenient
Palm Sundays.
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