They Will Sew the Blue Sail

CAIRN PSALM | G.C. Waldrep

black yucca of the rain

ensheaths itself

in theft’s shepherd–delta

passing through

the tomb–carapace

mercy listens

for the sniper’s voice

the war moved a

little, against my face

the poem

is not a body, though

a body holds it

in the same light

black yucca of the rain

wait with me

with the interred poem

the sniper releases

the child’s hand

& drops his garment

the tine–animal


you can feel its beige

compression scar

before the jury–stones

which        silent

await the second bell