The Linkage - Robert Kelly
(for Ken Irby) of all the places we walked bought or entered householding of, anything from that you wanted to know of the upright, no not even a flag, flagpole over the river, over one open place surrounded by trees this pointer its shadow moving hour by hour around it, trees up, start, cut thru the woods, river & then because we were late to meet you at the bus strangeness of hurrying there & idling back, drove you thru Astor & Delano land but didnt let on, didnt let on if we passed S_ _ _ _ _ _ _'s barn he shot himself in when the tortures bled dry, didnt tell you of the great red barn torn down one weekend we were at sea, didnt tell you of the sea, the mouths of it so variously articulate in me, of all my friends torn down in me, their voices one by one tuning out in despair of a...