To begin ...

As the twentieth century fades out
the nineteenth begins
.......................................again
it is as if nothing happened
though those who lived it thought
that everything was happening
enough to name a world for & a time
to hold it in your hand
unlimited.......the last delusion
like the perfect mask of death

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Uncollected Poems (1): A Seneca Memory

at Harry Watts’ old place
above the Allegany River
Leo Cooper tells me:
“I could have been the first
“American Indian rabbi
“were it not for my love
“of pork


Salmanca, New York
Seneca Nation
circa 1974