Last PoemIt has been said that some moments take on significance because of when they occur for example the last minutes and the first ones So now I must tell you it's time to blow up the moon which yes will leave a dark space in the sky above where once the sun's light illuminated lunar rock in a soft blue haze Only of this I am sure But just as a new moon hangs invisible for a moment until in days it turns again to glow a newer moon will drag itself back into the poem & unimaginably so b/c even though the moon is inevitable it's far too easy to forget this fact in all our heaven's blackness Like a prayer on page folded & unfolded then refolded as a form of saying I know no other way of living but through the constant reshaping of every word I feel always surprised to hear some strange sound falling from my mouth onto someone else's skin Joshua Ware lives in Cleveland, OH where he teaches at Case Western Reserve University and writes for Vouched Books. He is the author of Homage to Homage to Homage to Creeley (Furniture Press Books) and several chapbooks, most recently Imaginary Portraits (Greying Ghost Press), How We Remake the World (Slope Editions) with Trey Moody, and SDVIG (alice blue books) with Natasha Kessler. |