Trevor Joyce – Three Poems

when  i  died
somebody  forgot
to  tell  me

so  I  held
to  the  highroad
instead  of  the  low

invisible  in  cities
markets  orchards

looting  the
sweetest  fruit

what’s  the  worst
can  happen

to  one  already
totalled?

______________________

how  much  must
something
change  till
it  become
another

so  long  a
thing  may  be
and  yet
survive
itself

when  every  least
circumstance
bears  already
the  wounds
of  its  futurity

nothing
is  to  be
taken
lightly

______________________

as  surge
and  torsion
of  the  great
thundering

all  through
an  involved
whirling

nowhere
surface

nerved  and
mapped  only
in  its  churning
inmost

deep  ab
omination
too  troubled
for  skin

blades  and
flanged  bones
shuddering
nocturnal
turbine

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