Jan 23
For An American Burial (Starbuck)
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For An American Burial, by George Starbuck (1931-1996)
Slowly out of the dusk-bedeviled air,
and off the passing blades of the gang plow
and suddenly in state, as here and now,
the earth gathers earth. The earth is fair;
all that the earth demands is the earth’s share;
all that we pervade and revel in and vow
never to lose, always to hold somehow,
we hold of earth, in temporary care.
Baby the sun goes up the sun goes down,
the roads turn into rivers under your wheels,
houses go spinning by, the lights of town
scatter and close, a galaxy unreels,
this endlessness, this readiness to drown,
this is the death he stood off, how it feels.