William Bortz
October, and Everything is Breathing
God--
are you only a noise
tall, dry reeds battering
the wooden fence keeping
the leaping prairie
within its own riot
can one breath from
the eternity of your tongue
calm a country
if so, could you
recite my name
are you only a noise
tall, dry reeds battering
the wooden fence keeping
the leaping prairie
within its own riot
can one breath from
the eternity of your tongue
calm a country
if so, could you
recite my name