EVERYTHING MUST GO

Today’s class 3-Deifying:
Godgrass, godtrees, godroad.

A sheet of geese bisects the rainstorm.
The water tower is ten storms full.

We practice drawing cubes—
That’s the house squared away

& the incubator with Baby.
The dead are in their grid.

O the sleeping bag contains
the body but not the dreaming head.

 

 
Poem by Matthea Harvey. Originally appeared in The New Yorker.

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