Afterlife

Tuesday, March 12, 2019 - 2:27am

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Annie Klus/Daily

after Seamus Heaney 

 

Poem

makes me think of pomme,

apple, eden, pomme de terre, myth

in earth, God caked in mud and root.

Spading at the clay, Prometheus became

the first poet. Bite with the mouth bones

he gave you and feel like Heaney. Potato digging

is heaven---resurrection, collection, storage-- heaven

is death---absorption, amalgamation, collapse onto a lover---

a relief. Completion. My thought apple

is picked, furrows harvested.

The work is corked and

buried.