David Wright's most recent poetry collection is Local Talent (Purple Flag/Virtual Artists Collective, 2019). Over the years, his poems have appeared in 32 Poems, Image, Spoon River Poetry Review, and
“ Be light made, and it was made.”
— Gen. 1:3, Douay-Rheims Translation
But we begin in the most literal dark, our faces not lit, for once, and not
blued by the flickers of
A bird is trapped in my house, a crow,
a starling. I do not know birds.
And he keeps battering himself
against the windows. Then, like any bird
in a poem or song,
A bird is trapped in my house, a crow,
a starling. I do not know birds.
And he keeps battering himself
against the windows. Then, like any bird
in a poem or song,
Ram my knees with your red plastic cart
full of cheap plastic shit and I’ll tell us both
of the savior of all human hearts who would
rather I didn’t say
So the disciples gorge themselves on honey dipped spam
crowned with the many crowns of identical pineapple rings
as they jostle for spots on the picnic blanket, and the children
spread marshmallow fluff