Daniel Fitzgerald

017

Daniel Fitzgerald

017

You told me you’d look for me
At the ends of the earth
Your face earnest with necessity
Wine chapped lips
Cherries bloody bites
Uproot the tree to build a raft
Rocks left for river’s foundations
Overboard, overbearing
Going alone, alone at last
Light red to green
Washing your face clean
Tie yourself—there’s a handle
Something, somewhere to hold on
Craft a star in your chest
To keep those near warm
Collapse in on one’s self
Four corners and a roof
No matter how hard we fight it
Damned every turn of the earth
Happens to the best of us
Sooner rather than later
This can turn to dust
To fertilize the garden you
Always wanted but would never build