Wednesday, November 28, 2007

King Lear redux

"God Hunger" by Michael Ryan

When the immutable accidents of birth--
hometown, parentage, all the rest--
no longer anchor this fiction of self
and its incessant I me mine

then words won't be like nerves in a stump
crackling with messages that end up nowhere
and I'll put on the wind like a gown of light linen
and go be a king in a field of weeds.

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