Tear and Take Us
vulture, bird of
vulture, bird of
darkness, across
the chasm to
the light. Across
the light. Across
the emptiness
to the holy
silence. Take us
silence. Take us
to and through and
past the face of
God, lord of death,
God, lord of death,
until we find
our rest. Amen.
Only Dust
Only Dust
Only dust down main
street, paint faded, peeled.
All this emptiness,
All this emptiness,
people gone from here.
Heart full of ashes.
Heart full of ashes.
Only ghosts remain
Tom Montag is the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013, and a contributing writer at Verse-Virtual. In 2015 was the featured poet at Atticus Review (April) and Contemporary American Voices (August). He has poems at Hamilton Stone Review, Little Patuxent Review, Poetry Quarterly, Provo Canyon Review, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere.
Words made me feel like I was flying, accelerating, with the vulture as I read the poem.
ReplyDeleteTom Montag, the master wordsmith, told me a story, put me in a video, chilled my spine, and flew me into eternity with a few words.