A poem which was published along with the
found poem in the Catholic Worker,
and they sort of made a pair, because they
were in fact written--
I don't think-- it wasn't the found poem, that
was published with it- it was the other one that
has the words, "rubble dust, meat pulse,"
the one called "Witnessing from Afar the New
Escalation of Savage Power."
That was paired with this poem I'm about to read,
and in fact was written concurrently with it.
And I've now forgotten which was written first.
I think that one was, and this must have been second.
It's called, "Suspended."
"I had grasped God's garment in the void,
but my hand slipped on the rich silk of it.
The everlasting arms my sister loved to remember
must have upheld my leaden weight from falling.
Even so, for though I clawed empty air, and feel nothing,
no embrace, I have not plummeted."