Smithy: the thing the soul is not but still
I pause in front of the box
with the locks and keys. This lock
is heavy-bellied with a rainbow top
and the key a handle with acrobats:
here are their splayed arms
and legs. Here their coronets and
devils’ peaks, while he moves
to the spurs
the five-toothed choice
of the Conquistador
unsheathing his sword
“you don’t want to be
inside my head; no one does –
there’s bad stuff there”
how bad? I want
the details. The details
don’t matter. I don’t want the
details. I want the details…
what the hammer
what the anvil
a relation of facts
how it was, and how it is
Minnesota cowboy.
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