Monday, December 3, 2012

In the Greenroom By Donald Justice

How reassuring
to discover them
in the greenroom, Here.
.
Relaxing, they drop
the patronynics
by which we had come.
.
To know them, the cross
are no more cross,
The old dance, not have
.
the young sacrificed
their advantages
in this it is like
.
a kind of heaven
they rise to simply
by being themselves.
.
The sound of the axe
Biting the wood is
Rewound on the tape
.
What is this green for
if not renewal?

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