Underground: A Poem by Isaac Duke

By Pointed Circle|March 3, 2017Student Writing|

God pronounced me dead on the scene
He said between these blades of grass
and the songs you have to see
is a cradle and vascular system
and these bones are made out of the rubble
of Jacob’s ladder

This poor thing never had a chance
I heard God say all that about my dead body
He called me a poor thing
and said had I not taken for granted
this wonderful establishment
this bowl of trees and stars and language
don’t forget language!
then maybe I would never have found love

You’ve taken it all he said
All you want is honesty
And the honesty he said
Is silence
A song you have to see

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