He wakes When the sunlight Pours into his notebook
He dines On a breakfast Of memory Hidden in shadow
He works Walking slowly Through my skull Until every day is identical The last The last The last
John McKernan is now a retired comma herder. He lives--mostly--in West Virgina where he edits ABZ press. His most recent book is a selected poems, Resurrection of the Dust. He has published poems in The Atlantic Monthly, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, Virginia Quarterly Review and many other magazines.