Overlord

Poems

By Jorie Graham

Ecco

ISBN: 0-06-074565-7

Chapter One

Little Exercise The screen is full of voices, all of them holding their tongues. Certain things have to be "undergone," yes. To come to a greater state of consciousness, yes. Let the face show itself through the screen. Let the organizing eyes show themselves. Let them float to the surface of this shine and glow there. The world now being killed by its children. Also its guests. An oracle? - a sniper, a child beater, a dying parent in the house, a soil so overfed, it cannot hold a root system in place? Look - the slightest wind undoes the young crop. Are we "beyond salvation?" Will you not speak? Such a large absence - shall it not compel the largest presence? Can we not break the wall? And can it please not be a mirror lord? (Continues...)

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