Friday, July 25, 2014

To by Franz Wright


To

Before you were I loved you
and when you were born
and when you took your first step
Although I did not know
good luck I want to whisper

lone penguin keep sturdily waddling
in the direction of those frozen
   mountains sister
of desolate sanctity
I want to scream
Although I did not know

I loved you later on
as just a weedy thing
a little skeleton I loved
Both long pre-you a child myself
and as a man in retrospect

I loved and I was there
while they were raping you
I loved although
like God
that’s all I could do.


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