This is just to say...

By William Carlos Williams


Plus a link to Trembling Blue Stars' 'Sometimes I still feel the bruise' of which there's a lovely Mountain Goats cover

The best conversation I had all day

...but not like that

nothing at all like

black cars

against

a body covered in white muslin

and scattered flowers.

Mourning families

respectfully distant

while

the vulture gnaws at the dead person’s flesh

on a ragged hillside.

While coloured flags

and symbols wave

and a soft clanging of bells.

On the way to Schoenefeld

The flock of birds rise and fall with my breaths,

Then swoop away in the thrill of it-

I'm a vase full of dirty plant water

Tangled in the many leads of black dogs.