Sunday, March 04, 2012

Lucas Farrell

GERTRUDE GIVES BIRTH TO TWINS


To birth is to take in
fresher aspects of.
An owl’s nest strewn
in a white field. My brother
coughing up sunlight
in a white field,
feathers. Five o’clock
half-grazes the snowed-in
shadows. Meaning, her kids
arrived here as into a flood.
As out of some liquid prayer.
O Gertrude, whose placenta
stretches clear
across this skyline:
I will listen listen listen
to all the unmurdered
birds. Singing in
the laboring heights.



Lucas Farrell farms goats and the occasional poem or two. Please visit www.bigpicturefarm.com to learn/read more.