Pall and Peete: the Poem

August 30, 2010

…With wasteful, weak, propitiatory flowers.
—Philip Larkin, The Building

Hoo-ray! As Peete proclaims perfection in
Adamantine and pterodactyl-like,
Pall pens, There are no wings to speak of,
not tonight

They remark on the weather together.
Peete has been outside to grab
a cigarette. He writes, Rain, to describe
the Roc
. Pall in the rotunda writes,
and dwelling in the rain, a translation,
a transition to bittersweet, as in the You
apostrophizing the Youas in You  praise God for those
who do. You praise another God for those
who don’t.
Perhaps neglecting, Death that can
climb walls
, that it’s the subject in The rain can’t, and
the water can.
All writers write translation,
so  Peete can write it out as: Death, as rain
can’t climb the walls, You must have praise—
one God for those who do, another God
for those who don’t
. Much simpler, yes?
As imperceptible as rain is too—at least to Pall.

Death, you praise God and you mock Him. We agree.
We wanted currant pie and music by Bechet,
You wanted the last breaths to be quotidian,
a bee, its stinger poised…

So ends the poem.
It ends like the death it commemorates,
as if it’s built on precious skin, skin turned
to leather wings, growth on the breasts, as if
‘No wings’ means no to cherubs too.
So, no transition, translation, no siren in the night.
Most poems are little stories of a metamorphosis,
not death. Rain to pools of water.
They’re written as if to mark the weather,
how it’s poised, that’s all…


2 Responses to “Pall and Peete: the Poem”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Thanks. I will have to figure out how to make it easy to track back.
    I was (and continue to be) a little worried that this poem is too hard to read. I’m not particularly into obscurity for obscurity’s sake. So I’m glad you were able to get into it–especially as it came out of the blue.

  2. Narnie Says:

    Found you! I can’t remember how but there is a trick to embedding your website in your name as you leave comments so that people can click on you… but to other business, the poetry.

    The gentle argument that never argues is so gently carrying us to such an agreeable solution. I really like the construction and the thoughts. Wonderful.

    Hello from Brighton!

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