The following appeared with three other Peter Sacks poems in Conjunctions:33.
Calling
Woken by
the always less than
full-strength
angel
fists clenched
mouth still open
undergone
you had to look around
____
I swallowed I began to
swallow river-bank
stone root stump
graft of who lay back?
whose plough?
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To separate the words: black furrow
ox axe spine
inconstant constant
gold streaks straggling fortune
sweet juice in your mouth
for what?—
just there below the shag of
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doublings where the blade
shears through each
further version
____
death each way
____
white scales
the high unsentencing
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set free (his representing
power of another kind)
____
before the end
I cut the whole wings
from my heart.
The Change
Appearance
clings to
being
my defense
light steps
braided
animal
above the ridge
endured
my doing as
his tongue
required
said thorn
hedge flickers
will remain
I rushed gray
terraces
unshielded the
scatter-shot
majority
hauled off
& swung
let it come
down
our second
shoreline
heaped
hazing into
bush the late
regime
robed in
the chambers
sworn.