"Abominable" I have looked, and found you, wanting; not you in particular. Personified, which of us is abominable? Your red hair, your deep sizable snowprints off the dark road, inside the crystal woodland. With my penlight, I've looked. I am afraid of you, and not to be surprised by your figure approaching, has to be a blessing, even if accompanied by death. For it must be the way of God's gifts: not to be believed, and confessed. Rodney Jack's work appeared in AGNI, Ploughshares, and Poetry, which awarded him the Eunice Tietjens Memorial Prize. He took his life in 2008.
"Abominable" I have looked, and found you, wanting; not you in particular. Personified, which of us is abominable? Your red hair, your deep sizable snowprints off the dark road, inside the crystal woodland. With my penlight, I've looked. I am afraid of you, and not to be surprised by your figure approaching, has to be a blessing, even if accompanied by death. For it must be the way of God's gifts: not to be believed, and confessed. Rodney Jack's work appeared in AGNI, Ploughshares, and Poetry, which awarded him the Eunice Tietjens Memorial Prize. He took his life in 2008.