Alexander In A Wheel Chair
with heavy head; his hands
on the iron
rims. the cripple maw of his useless legs echoing
that alexander whispers "the golden horse-"
cars now askew his grasp
on iron chance of rim- he
slips behind the corner store or the
whorls in the street and imagines that lying
against the hot carolinian
asphalt all with ghostly
glass pressed long ago into
he would see his warm cheek.
is easier standing.
alexander has violet eyes and gideon sings thru'
sword clannish blood-
on a regal mountain
once where stretching
towards the Scottish trees
twisted by powder-and-ball
that was lying on the ground as well only left upon your swollen jaw would be
alexander the pine ash pine of carolinian slope and morning when
wait not to be first.
alexander, alexander how hardy and
mouthed the charcoal sky has been to you.
under headlights. under gideon and