EVERYONE'S WRITING GRANDFATHER POEMS
Groping
in the razzle-dazzle
of man-made suns,
the poet grasps Grandfather's hard hand
until bone
patterns living flesh and
the entire skeleton sheds soil,
heaves upwards
rises in a fountain of the past,
clatters into
bright images
across dark pages.
The poet resurrects
other palisades -
grandmothers, uncles, aunts,
yet the terror of NOW
in a whirlwind universe
grips and whips him
to howling like coyote
at long eclipsed moons
over disturbed graves.