Death Will Set Your Day Right
pigeon cleaning her wings
perched on brass feather of
General So-and-So’s statue
we have each other’s
embrace a few
years at most
could be we
engineered this wrong
wobbled into universe fixing
long goals with a toothpick
I am greedy too with time
have given myself to the hem of it
walked on knees for gifts to continue
longing pushed to the back of the barrel
listened to draining wound paddling its waters
hold us upwards Shadow it is by you we are cradled
I am not a masochist I tire quickly from pain
interrogate fly swatter
knife and fork as
accessories to
a crime
how many
times do I forget
I must die?
((((((((( simple (((((((((
as many times
a day I am
not your
humble
fellow
human
Selected by Sophie Robinson, our virtual poet in residence for the current issue of The Believer.
CAConrad is currently working on a (Soma)tic poetry ritual titled, “Resurrect Extinct Vibration,” which is investigating effects the vibrational absence of recently extinct species has on the body of the poet and the poems. Their latest book, While Standing in Line for Death (Wave, 2017), has 18 rituals and resulting poems, including the one that cured their years of depression. The book also has three rituals titled “Power Sissy Interventions,” confronting the new wave of anti-LGBTQ legislation in the USA. CA’s rituals and books are online at: http://bit.ly/88CAConrad
This is one of 108 poems resulting from the “Resurrect Extinct Vibration” ritual.
