Sunday, January 24, 2010

Second Generation Once Removed

Here is a man with his teeth sucked in
and space in his skin where eyes should reside.

He breathes through a hole where a question
once was. Now his thought turns inward.

The answer he seeks is a long blue-grey
cold day billboard riding the side of a bus

in the language of a distant land
he's known since he was young.

His grandfather waded through rice fields
of Uonuma, terraced slender green blades

glowing row upon row to the soft rise of mountains
around his farm. He never knelt at his grandfather's table.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Really enjoyed this piece, you take us with him, and the transition from the here and now to his other world is seamless.

My only thought is the last line, it doesnt quite flow with the rest of it for me, but perhaps, that is just this old bird lol

12:50 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

yeah you're right about that. I'll take a look at it sometime. cheers

12:28 PM  

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