Saturday, February 28, 2015

The highlight of my day

As soon as I wake up, I think 
of his body 
ice cold and brittle, 
stoney, plastic-wrapped,
naked and raw in a freezer 
drawer until tomorrow 
when they push him in an oven 
and broil my brother 
as if he were corned brisket. 
It will take four hours, after all 
he’s still a hulk.
But tomorrow he’ll be warm again, 
heat will rise from him again, 
there will be light in those eyes again,
he will glow--and that moment 
when he gives off the light 
of a saint at the stake, 
that moment of glory, 
will be the highlight
of my day.