Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Reginald Shepherd - "Syntax"

Reginald Shepherd
from Otherhood



Syntax


Occasionally a god speaks to you,
rutted tollway a flint knife breaching
gutted fields hung on event

horizon, clear cut contradiction
through soybeans and sheared corn: blue
pickup an orange blaze, white letters

blistered, boiling down to tarmac,
asphalt, sulfur fume cured by a methane
gas burn-off pipe, blue flame chipped

with white raising a buttress of weather
-burnt bricks, flaking wind
totem. We stopped to take some cargo

on, weighted October with a freight
of waiting snow traveling east, panic of
starlings startled from stubble husks

by a harvest moon dangled directly
ahead: drove into the pitted sphere, bloody
pearl punched in a sky just out of reach

(vanishing point retreating, peeling),
one of the yellowed streetlights
by now, dimming, diminishing. The road

says to perspective, wait.

1 Comments:

At 4/16/2010 4:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad you highlight this poem--it's one I've long admired. (I love RS's "God" trope).

Adam Strauss

 

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