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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