First published in Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry & Prose (Columbia University, New York, NY: 1986)
MY FATHER’S FAMILY SERMON
“Here I am.”
–Exodus, 3:4
like a clock with clippers
tithing jungles of camellia
buds, sunday’s pink ice I used
to ask for after church
after me sneezing through
the hymn as serious as
him home excoriating hedges
excommunicating the bird
house, my carrots too
through the capped teeth
of the mower singing
tales of louisiana swamp
moccasins and keeping
your head down preaching
you’ll never get out, you’re
everything sacred to us sundays
metal man, lighting our incinerator
where mom leaves her dead bushes
