Alan Catlin

( Schenectady, New York )

from BFR, Summer 2003


"Outside the rain has brought up worms"
after a line by Ruth Stone

Rising as black fingers
escaping  the night soiled

earth, hydrotropic no more,
they squirm as if shocked

awake in their collapsing
tunnels by an unseen force,

galvanic energies, stimulating
new nerve endings, attachments

to a shed of skin, elapsed in
their collective terrors under

ground; the remaining stumps
of deserted  hands are relinquished in

their graves, unencumbered by
needs that may easily be grasped,

their futures becoming hard,
immovable as rock.

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