Book of Dog: Poems
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Book of Dog - Cleopatra Mathis
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When she came back from walking the dogs
he would not look at her. Fast in his place on the couch
he said whatever he said
without urgency: she was like any other distraction.
The set of his jaw, his lips,
reminded her of a prisoner, of something trapped,
or of the very old—anyone consigned to waiting
and who has chosen to obey. Meanwhile, between them
a hole had been dug, immense,
all their words thrown in there,
irretrievable. Or mangled,
torn from their real meanings or intent, just given over
to why should it matter now? And for her, now,
replaced by the plain language of the dogs,
who in a few syllables have everything to say.
Ants Want My Yellow Moth
The one that came to me out of the sea, perfect
serrated edges of its six wings,
each seamless with tiny yellow feathers,
the two bright center ones with fake black eyes
pretending sight. Even drowned,
the wings held tight, a simple knot at the top
attaching them to the black worm of the body.
What fragile stitchery the tide held up,
carrying it in on a wave. I took it to my desk,
arranged it so as to see the colors as they dried,
the veins rising, shuddering with my breath.
But now, this ant has found its way
under my immaculate shack and climbed the pilings,
through gaps in the floorboards to one leg
of my writing table, and up that to the surface
plane of three cracked boards, where it scurries
to the moth: my creature.
Pulled from the sea with my own hands—mine, I think,
because I believe my very will can save it.
Song of If-Only
If only the bird had been alive, not something dead
delivered onto sand; and not this packed cold sand,
where nothing moves even slightly, no blow-holes,
no scurrying things, and if only the shore birds’
seaweed nests, that little piping, hadn’t been smothered
by a freak spring tide. Now the plovers must begin again:
eggs and hatching, the mothers’ fake writhing
when they see me, squawking and dragging their wings
to save their chicks. Oh save me
from the whole painstaking work of early June—
this blowing fifty degrees, no sand bed of heat
in some dune bowl’s hollow, no love,
and on this outer beach Euphoria
just the name of the shack I want in this