Lazarus Notwithstanding


.
.
if my mother were again alive
the world would be upside down

thing’s cannot be changed
once changed, once lost not found

there’s no such thing as undone
undone is a literary device

a shell around a kernel of hope
imaginary as the next sunrise

it works in the conversation
of mystics and psychologists

who treat hopelessness
with contradiction

if my mother were again alive
as deep as the hole in my heart
where she’s gone

this world would not be
its logic would not hold

like a wave in a boundless sea
it would fold, disperse, unbond
.

by Jim Culleny
11/29/14

 

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