1702
5.270
27.ix.24
eyes of an accusation
ekphrastic for Thomas Hart
Benton’s ‘The Lord is my Shepherd’
at the Whitney
the under thumb, nor owned
hard core
middling
hard yards
acres cleared
of tree, of soul
hard day goes down
the spoon
the cup
the bowl
all empty
forget the gone
they live the grief
hard hearts
and elsewhere heads
have arrested time here
all sturdy with the what must be
the making great again
upright
straight
well gnarled
hard
‘when will you?’
they seem to say
time’s well past
the dark that is coming
is here
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